I keep thinking that if I die
I could make your sun set
I keep hoping that my existence
Means the whole ocean to you
I keep praying that if you need me
I'll be able to walk to you and help
I'm always tripping and falling
To make sure that you are pleased
I'm learning to take your abuse
Especially the ones along my skin
I'm dancing to the song which you play
I've forgotten all others
I've leared how to shade my eyes
So no one sees the pain
I now know how to pull my hair back
So my beauty is hidden
I am officially known as ugly and primitive
Included in the mocking of the poor
I wandered back to my old life
For five minutes at midnight
I picked up an old magazine
None of the faces looked familiar
I keep thinking that if I learn how to smile
Then maybe I'll be happy.

07/20/2002

Posted on 07/20/2002
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