you left me here wondering

if maybe i should go away,
think a little bit
take a breath,
just...
think a little bit

but now i know

if i really take things so seriously
if i really think that hard about it

i know inside that you weren't joking
and you really aren't that clear

like a mirror, a sheet of polished metal
you can't be perfect
you can't hold up to the pressure sometimes
too soft not to bow back, just a bit

that's the way i see you now,

not covered with frost and
meek eyed

not anymore

and your secrets were kept
your secrets were kept

and maybe you lie about it to make it sound bad
but to me, hearing your mouth recite lines?

it sounds worse

tell me the truth.

tell me,
because
i see myself crooked and i
don't like it one bit

07/01/2005

Posted on 07/01/2005
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