When you've been left on a rock.
Been stripped of all the flock
and no one is there to help you around.
No one is there to make a sound.
So you're on this rock in nowhere land.
Watching this rock turn into sand.
Watching the days pass away.
Waiting for that next day.
Looking for someone here to hold near.
Tired of seeing ghosts in my dreams.
Wired to some televised screams.
So here's this rock with me
and it's the only rock I can see.
Thinking this is a warped fantasy
or maybe I'm just tripping on reality.

06/20/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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