Hurt again
And my heart bleeds green cider
Fermented beside my disillusioned brain

You dared to poke holes in my theory of pain
Then plugged up the holes with my own tears
Why should God deal so heavily with me?
Why should I be so free with my heart?

Man is inconstant
God is true
My lesson is learned
And I am no happier for it.

05/30/2002

Posted on 05/30/2002
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