You’re my last resort
and this is my final report..
I care not what happens anymore
since it just leaves you crying on the floor..
I can’t live with all this uncertainty
dealing with this worlds insanity..
I’m over all these evil possibilities
and deal with all the demon’s realities.
No more sensitive discussions about you.
No more thoughts about the inner you.
You tell me you care but you don’t.
You say you’ll love me but you won’t.
You ask me for what you desire
but then you go and put out that fire.
You want something more than you have
but for some reason you lack the thrusting stab.
You smile in content as the discourse of our path
and then you give me the finger when I show you the math.

04/11/2000

Posted on 12/16/2003
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