I work from morning to night
wondering if things are all right..
I come home and you don’t want love
you just deal with it and push and shove
You say your happy but you turn and cry
I make you live but inside you want to die..
You think up the cutest things to bitch about
and even when your happy you shout…

How long can you keep up all these truths?
All the phone calls from telephone booths..
How long can you hide your intentions from us
When every morning you have to hop on the bus?
Why lie about something you never had
just to make you even more sad?
Why dream about something you cant have
just to fail in that down spiral stab?
Sell you soul for something you don’t need
just to make your broken heart bleed?

Slide into another state under the blanket of night
just hoping for once, things will turn out to be all right.
Compromises and addiction.

09/12/2003

Posted on 09/12/2003
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