I had an obsession
with avoiding regression
but what I thought was succession
was only repression

Opening eyes
see me as overrated
You saw me as a saint
but I was only sedated

While I was starving
I was tryin' to feed you
Now you not so hungry
sayin' I don't need you

I'm not gonna lie
You hurt me skin deep
I might toss and turn
but I'm not losin' sleep

05/02/2005

Author's Note: A work in progress, kind of upbeat and jazzy

Posted on 05/02/2005
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