That pain deep inside your chest.
That pain that you've come to know best.
The pain that helps clarify it all.
The smell and the feeling of fall.
Dreaming of things way long past
and things I love to never make last.
The things that I torment and destroy.
The way I play with my heart like a toy.
The days pass by but I don't ever care
As I just sit here pulling out my hair.
So what if things are worse than they are
since they can't get any worse by far.
So maybe things are to be horribly bad
Fuck it all and see if I'm sad.

06/17/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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