Juxtapositioning
07/25/2005 01:26 a.m.
What makes me smile? What makes me feel special and happy? What makes me cherish this? Do you know how to make laugh? Do you know how to comfort me when I cry? When you cry? When I'm folded inside out and sick to my stomach with arrow words, do you offer kind ones? A hand on the back? DOES ANYONE? Do you know me? Do you care to? I know what I deserve. I know what I want and I'm not silly enough to jump to conclusions based on my heads own haze. Theres just so much I need to say. So much I need to yell or cry and spit out infront of me and infront of us. Like, if I were prettier would it make a difference? What if there were more of me? What if I just disappeared. I know what is easy, and I know what isn't, and I'm grown up enough to know how to deal with both.... and theres just so much more.... and so much I'm so confused about.

And I can't help wondering when you'll send those lyrics, but I think you've already forgotten. Will you forget to call too?