I call this hell, being home
since you left me here all alone.
I awoke without you there or here
and your note was less than clear.
You didn't explain for all the pain
and that just claiming to be insane.
You juggled my heart with a jesters glee
and without a thought or care about me.
So I'll just call this hell my only home
since you graced me with being left alone.
You claimed once we would never-ever part
but I guess you didn't say that from the heart.
So true in you changing your mind that way
like you could say it all just in play.
What did I do that could really justify
for that part of me that did die?
Maybe this is just a hell for a home
since in hell it seems we're all alone.

06/17/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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