name
2003-09-13 @ 8:19 p.m.
she writes like the narrator in a movie . he is always there and it's predictibly comforting . he is gone and i will never know him again . she has the same sense of humor as me and the same taste in music . he is someone i thought i loved and care about in a strange way . he is the reason i started this diary . she is an idiot and a hypocrite and the reason i listen to angry music . he is amazing and wonderful and the reason i feel happy when i wake up in the morning . he is someone i could and would like to fall in love with . he is the reason i believe in love . he could take the place of all the hes and shes and it would make no difference because he makes me feel .
goo goo dolls . name
and even though the moment passed me by
i still can't turn away
i saw all the dreams you never thought you'd lose
tossed along the way
letters that you never meant to send
lost or thrown away
and now we're grown up orphans
that never knew their names
we don't belong to no one
that's a shame
you could hide beside me
Maybe for a while
and i won't tell no one your name
and i won't tell 'em your name
scars are souvenirs you never lose
the past is never far
did you lose yourself somewhere out there?
did you get to be a star?
and don't it make you sad to know that life
is more than who we are
you grew up way too fast
and now there's nothing to believe
and reruns all become our history
a tired song keeps playing on a tired radio
and i won't tell no one your name
and i won't tell 'em your name
i won't tell em' your name
oh, oh, oh
i won't tell em' your name
i think about you all the time
but i don't need the same
if it's lonely where you are
come back down
and i won't tell 'em your name
