The lost pages of my sanity are all I read
and inside my chest, I can feel my heart bleed.
I try to explain my sins to you but you care not
so when it comes to a second try, I don’t take a shot.
How can you point a finger at me and smile?
How can you tell me that I’m the one in denial?
Exclude me from the group, I don’t care.
Just because I’m the one with the long hair.
You’ve always judged me falsely and never apologized.
an you think that Ill believe you’ve always sympathized.
I’m the James Dean you never knew was here
since you always try to make that point clear.
You always rather have a dead artist
so you can see how much of them you missed.

10/16/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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