Once again I'm back where I started
all alone and still broken hearted.
Sitting here wondering if I'm going to go to hell.
Wondering why here I'm forced to dwell.
I wonder why it's all just a pain to bear.
Just another tangle to be removed from my hair.
Maybe I'm just one of the lucky few who know
that all the things inside and not meant to show.
Maybe it's just a midnight in a far away land.
Maybe it's just all a minuscule grain of sand.
for what it's worth and what's my cost.
I can see it for everything I lost.
I can see my soul, I can see my past.
I can see all of the promises that didn't last.
I can see the blood in the sink
and you on the utter brink.
I can see it all so clearly now
to take that beating and then leave with a bow.
So take it just like the rest of us
and don't argue about where you want to sit on the bus.
We are all slaves to our internal crimes
since then we've all been up on the times.
We know the deal and we know the score
and we know what we don't really need anymore.
We ramble on about things we don't know
and then we come up and let all our illusions show.
So maybe it's just something to be lost in the end
and maybe this is a postcard I'll never send...

06/14/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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