Bite your lip till it bleeds and call it home
since pain lets you know your really all alone.
Sure others can offer their empty sympathy
but that's just part of the living fantasy.
For how do you know how you really feel
since all your words, you've come to steal?
How can you explain your mental anguish
and the control you fail to relinquish.
How am I to argue with the insane
while tied to the wing of this plane?
How am I to run around the world
and find and love every girl?
How am I to be the next superman
since I'm over getting to know my hand.
Maybe it's just another joke to be told
or another song to be sold.
Maybe it's just another way to laugh
and then keel over infected with staph.
Maybe it's just a hard knock on the door.
Maybe it's just you, handcuffed on the floor.
Maybe it's just another Saturday night brawl.
Maybe it's just another jail cell collect call.
Maybe it's just another bondsman to hunt you down.
Maybe it's just another reason for you to leave town.
Fuck it, since your going to just screw me.
I guess I should have been able to see.
Maybe it's just something to laugh about later
or just become another moron bashing human hater...

06/14/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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