THe NotebOOk
Wednesday, December 22, 2004
stained
is that really me?
behind the painted glass
is that really me?
though i sit i fall so fast
is that really me?
take a good look
you don't know you
not one can tell
the Truth is so true
can i even see?
through open shards of light
can i even see?
my eyes blind in the night
can i even see?
¶ 2:52 PM
is that really me?
behind the painted glass
is that really me?
though i sit i fall so fast
is that really me?
take a good look
you don't know you
not one can tell
the Truth is so true
can i even see?
through open shards of light
can i even see?
my eyes blind in the night
can i even see?
¶ 2:52 PM
behind the times
my muddy mind
incessant crimes
why worry when
i'm where i've been
forsaking fast
all of my past
look, leery lines
blur future signs
i've come so far
from where we are
not inbetween
the lies we've seen
going back i'm setting firm
the day/night
to tarry time
no meaning rhyme
go garrison
your heart again
my muddy mind
incessant crimes
why worry when
i've been, i've been
¶ 12:47 PM
my muddy mind
incessant crimes
why worry when
i'm where i've been
forsaking fast
all of my past
look, leery lines
blur future signs
i've come so far
from where we are
not inbetween
the lies we've seen
going back i'm setting firm
the day/night
to tarry time
no meaning rhyme
go garrison
your heart again
my muddy mind
incessant crimes
why worry when
i've been, i've been
¶ 12:47 PM
