Cover my face
with a smile I hide
Wit and sarcasm

Did you know I cried?

10 deep breaths
keep me in line
wipe the slate clean

But you're still in my mind.

Still there
echoing words
losing conviction
with each repetition

Place the blame
on the only one I can
you're off the hook

Must be nice to be a man.

10 times I ask
how I got here again
you turn me on

I'll just turn off to win.

Turn off
heart made of stone
I will not crumble
must keep you humble

But you're ahead in the race;
I'm second once more.
I'll quit, stone-faced,
before I'll lose...
my hope
my pride
myself.

Or maybe that's the prize.

07/24/2003

Author's Note: Haven't posted in a long time. Any suggestions would be helpful cuz I'll probably make some changes to this one.

Posted on 07/24/2003
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