I once thought that everything happens for a reason...
I doubt that anymore..maybe I've commited treason...
I used to think that there was a soulmate for me..out there
with long legs, mocha skin and brown eyes and hair...
but that was a lie...I found her, but I sent her away
and now I look around and think.. but have nothing to say.
Punch drunk love could make hindsight 20/20
but lookign around, I dont think it's that funny..
Maybe I'm just being hard on myself..thats typical
then again, everyone thinks that Im too hyper critical..

I try to keep my thoughts to myself..so I won't seem that depressing
Like In my life, it's a continual regard for digressing..
I try my hardest to keep the faith and spell the words right...
but looking down that tunnel, I dont know where to look for the light...
Simple yet distant, I seem to have become..
maybe it's the years I've spent drinking myself dumb..
I'd take my time and confess to you all my sins..
and get on my knees to pray till I got bleeding shins..
but I dont think it's worth that much effort anymore..
so I'll just up and admit, that I'm the filthy whore..
I'm the one who broke her heart on the phone..
I'm the one who said I think it'd be better off if we were alone..
I'm the one who forgot to mention that nook of humanity
I'm the one who drove myself off into the sea of insanity.

it's my fault.. I'm no longer in denail..
I'd happily plead guilty, if this were my trial..

I hope that one day, I'll sort all these depressing thoughts out..maybe one day, I'll speak softer and won't find the need to shout.. Maybe..

09/09/2003

Author's Note: This is what sleep depravation does to you...and your writing... ::sigh::

Posted on 09/09/2003
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