|
August, 2003 Pull in close Bundle up on a Cold evening Limbs, lips, Lives Inter-twined But not now Sad So sad The world lost some Glitter lately And I feel Like I stare too much Want too much Have too much need Greed Selfish bitch You called me Selfish When in reality I thought little of myself Cared only to please And to pacify Placate Try to keep a peace When a piece of my Self got out of hand Out of who's hand? Your hand, your Yardstick And you couldn't wouldn't didn't See Didn't want to see Because maybe You'd've had to take Peeks into your own selfishness Your own insatiable ego Always build you up It got boring Reassuring you that You were not And so I don't blame Me as much as I thought. And I don't want to Care anymore Feel sorry for you Or wish you were here I just feel sad Blue Lonely Sad Afraid Sad Mad Sad Glad Relieved Sad Stupid Silly Tired Old and sad Old and used up Old like I've been Worn so thin You could tear me with A butter knife And spread me Paper-thin On your morning toast But that should Eventually Pass And maybe I Won't feel Sad Anymore Over you.
|