i'm learning how to fake a smile
to cover up the cringe
you'll see my face
and then forget the cuts.
happiness is lost for me,
so i say, why bother?
i dont care that the minutes are so slow
or that living has become a routine.
someone might say i would kill myself
if they could get close enough
but, the one's i've let close enough
well, they say love,
and it's fake.

11/01/2002

Posted on 11/01/2002
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