i wish i could change the way i cry.
never subtle anymore, never quietly
wasting away in the corner of a darkened room
never alone.
i wish i could change the way i think.
stop this selfish, chain-reaction
paranoid extrasensory perception.
for once, admitting that i am not human;
but not a superhero.
i wish i could change the way i talk,
always so consumed in a high-pitch growl,
low to the ground and a broken fragment of knowledge.
i wish i was slightly coherrant.
i wish i could change the way i love,
unconditionally and without remorse.
and getting hurt again
and getting hurt again
and getting hurt again
AND GETTING HURT AGAIN
it's an act that's always
wearing remarkably thin.

i wish i could change the way i feel
i wish i could not feel anything at all.
i wish i could change the way i live

i wish i could let it all just slip from reach
and have it be you responsible for my undoing.

06/13/2003

Author's Note: for you;

Posted on 06/13/2003
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