un-named
< 2003-08-23 - 11:52 p.m. >

something is picking at me

something is not needed, you can't

help but point it out, hurry up get along with me

like i wish you would to stop this awkward

moment repeating it's self

but for everyone what if that's what i was born to do?

what if - my purpose in this life was to fail!

should i strive?

answer me!!!!

your never not on top of the world (all the time)

i'm sorry i'm like me and that's what you hate

you disrespect me so, so what do i owe thee the pleasure?

the (not so) pleasure of you abandoning me in the

darkness with no torch to see my way through,

see my way through the thickness of smoke

that is making my life unsuspectingly timeless

now dictate your lies to me make me write them down

again and again until i believe them (and i will) despite

all of this, don't ---

don't ---

don't undermind me until you are sure you are above me!