Grit my teeth and call home
and feel like I’m all alone…

Nothing to say anymore
as I walk out this door..

Nothing to do to appease
with all this pain in the breeze..

No more special times
just these heartfelt crimes…

Dreaming for tomorrow
and forgetting today’s sorrow.

Run away from the best
and get stuck with the rest..

Back to the way it felt
and the broken heart to melt..

Melt into a puddle to pout from your eyes
as you pain the breeze in your surprise.

09/05/2003

Author's Note: This came from an old file, so I can't really explain this one...

Posted on 09/05/2003
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