And I know I can't heal myself.
And I don't expect you to take any of the blame.
But it would be nice to have a little solace.
It would be nice to feel sheltered from pain.

But I don't know where I am going.
And I can't remember all of where I've been.
This city is pulling me under.
And I can't seem to fit in.

I wonder if this is really my life?
I wonder what turn I took did me in?
I just spiral down the ladder;
I wonder if this fall will ever end.

01/02/2002

Posted on 01/02/2002
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