I thought things were one way and I was wrong
but then again, it’s just the same old song…
Boy wants love he can’t have, but he’s blind
Blind to see the difference of his social kind…
He tries too hard for something non-tangible
while from his mouth, coarse words dribble…
We wonder what all this means…
Just another excuse for going to extremes…

I felt that familiar burn in my chest
and I wondered, gasping in horror at what next…
The heart is broken and no repair is available
but I can get me a box of cards that are mail-able…
I try to slip in this love letter to your box…
and sit by patiently looking at the clocks…
I wait weeks, and weeks…
still with a patient smile on my cheeks…
We may wonder what’s the difference between…
but all in all, it’s still another way of going to extremes..

I saw the shadow of your ghost receding in the moonlight
and I knew things had changed forever in the glimpse of last night…
I knew something wasn’t right when I walked in the door, I could feel it
and now I look back at the last year with the contempt of my personal bullshit..
I saw the stars fade from your eyes when you turned away
and now I don’t know what to do or say…
So as I saw your smile fade in the moonbeams
I knew that this was your way of going to extremes…

I see all the passing scenes
Their still just going to extremes.
I lost all the inner voices and their means
that were trying to go to extremes…
I fell in love with all their evil schemes
but I was lost in my own extremes..
I will never be one who deems
lost caution favorable in going to extremes.
For the cost of your long lost dreams
forever demolished by going to your extremes.

Where you rip your life apart at the seems
going down to your broken heart of extremes…

04/14/2003

Posted on 04/15/2003
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