Time is supposed to heal,
But the truth is it just dulls the pain,
and makes the nightmare a little less real.

Toy with that someone’s mind
And they won’t know the truth anymore.
Things get complicated
And privacies become invaded.

Hurtful things done just to flaunt in our face.
Obvious change, obvious disappearance.
Such large wounds caused by
Assholes of the human race.
With people that we want to like so much.

It’s such a shame that we can’t call that girl by her name.
Or look the other half of our soul in the face.
We are scattered all over the place.
But it makes no sense to blame
Them.
We’re scattered all over the place.

11/30/2007

Posted on 12/01/2007
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