Letting the beast into your lair
and trying to look like you don't care.
Flinging notions and grasping at love
from picking up after and to looking above.
Respecting to those that remind me of the past
to the things drifting slowly and passing fast.
Awakened with a new sense of pride
to the grasping of something tangible inside.
Another past to forget and despise.
Another person to look in the eyes.
I see you and I know the cry
and I know the 6 million other ways to die
Break my heart, I know it's fate
for when it comes to pain, I always clean my plate

10/19/2003

Posted on 10/20/2003
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