Sometimes I don't know
    if I'm living or fighting off death

And sometimes when I breathe
    I find I'm counting down each breath

I'm scared I won't
fulfill expectations
I'm scared that I'll
become my reputation

I want too much to soon
I want the man on the moon
I want to go to far
I want to swing on a star

Sometimes I don't know
if I'm swimming or sinking real slow

And sometimes when I move
I step back to where I was long ago

I'm scared I won't
fulfill expectations
I'm scared that I'll
become my reputation

I want too much to soon
I want the man on the moon
I want to go to far
I want to swing on a star

My mother made me
to do something more!

But I'm a trick
    I'm a loss
    I'm a lie
    I'm a whore

Sometimes I don't know
if I'll ever find the answers I need

And sometimes when I hear
it's only the words that I please

I'm scared    I won't
fulfill expectations
I'm scared    that I'll
become my reputation

I want      too much to soon
I want         the man on the moon
I want             to go to far
I want                to swing on a star

02/19/2005

Author's Note: work in progress...

Posted on 02/19/2005
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