You stated whole heartedly what you had to say...
and felt that there wasn’t any more sense to delay..
So you made you point across in your parlay
and all I could smell was the scent of what to betray.

The anger kicked in and I spoke quick from spiteful lips
and forgot about all those rules and personal head trips..
I run at the mouth until I notice how I skitters and slips...
and I see how my second chance isn't even in, slight grips..

I go home all the long ways to ease my mind..
and wash away these tears that make me blind..
All the hidden things that you never wanted to find..
until you look back and everything's all been left behind..


Salty pillow cases and radio messages in each song...
A long lost love letter to let you know how much you just don't belong..
and only this second chance, you just want to prolong...
while the significant other just whispers 'So long..'

I prey...
Please not this, please not this fate...
Please, Please don’t let this be too late..
Please God, don't let this turn to hate..
Please don't leave me to be the incapacitate.

Please not turn like the side that lingers beneath the skin...
Please not the knife and just the pen..
Please please, just this second chance..
please, please just this last romance..

Not to be a forgotten name that won't ever be muttered again..
Not a broken heart, a lie, and a never ending sin..
Not knowing where to show up and where to begin..
but if the healing has got to start, it might as well be within..

The sunset of the second day brings a promise of peace..
while the sun slowly sinks, yet rises in the east...
where pleasure is a newfound and long lost feast..
where is comes down to killing the burden with the beast..

No lines to hold back, only truth and recourse..
Not wanting to set a path straight bent on remorse..
Not wanting to have to fade into the sunset on that horse..
while I leave town and seclude in the suburbia forest.

A second chance for sanctity, a second chance for fate..
A second chance to make up, for every time being late..
A second chance to regain what you lost..
A second chance to ascertain the cost..

A second chance to re-win the heart of the matter..
A second chance to glue together that shatter...

09/11/2003

Posted on 09/11/2003
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