maybe I don't feel like stabbing you everyday
and maybe I can't see the blood in your eyes
because you're constantly sleeping
making me feel like I'm two years old
playing on the floor and drooling like I'm teething
and maybe I don't want to be the bad guy
just because you always incite my anger
and maybe I don't have all day to do nothing but come up with clever ways to present myself
sometimes I'm just me
and what comes out is who I really am
and if I'm afraid, I won't hide it for you
I won't be a little girl crying in the corner
I'll tell you and scream
and if I hate you
then I'll do what I feel
so who's trite and contrived now?

11/14/2004

Posted on 10/25/2004
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