Rash words spoken from your chapped lips
and back again on one of those deep headed trips..
No more mental baggage, just the last resort
So come home and give that last smartass retort..
No more languishing by the pools of death and despair
just you sitting there pulling out all of your hair..
Speak the truth and lay down for the devastating lie
and then for that final word, make contact with my eyes..
Say the things you always knew you'd come to regret..
Know the score and how the point is set.
Show me those dark secrets you've always tried to hide
and help me know the person that really dwells inside..
Speak fluently about those doubts and fears
and how they seem to follow you throughout the years..
Show me who the person inside wants to be
and quit dwelling in that four year olds fantasy..

09/11/2003

Posted on 09/11/2003
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