Trapped in a maze of vaguely disguised lies
but she believes it in those little green eyes.

She asks for everything, even my tormented soul.
Taking verbal bites of me, Always wanting the control.
She knows not of all my abounding love
but even with my affection, she thinks she's above.
Above me, Above the world.
Not my lover, never my girl.
She thinks of my as a toy.
Just some heart sick boy.
She says she loves me true
but her kiss always leaves me blue.
She never looks me in the eye's anymore
but then again, she's the one keeping score.
She knows all the points and I always lose
but she's just amused seeing me in this maze of blues.

06/17/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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