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It seems lately
The inevitable question
Over and over
How are you doing?
Same as yesterday
I'm okay....

Well it couldn't be farther from the truth
If I revealed this heart
I wouldn't stop crying
I feel so god damn empty
But as I continue the lie
I'm burrowing deeper
Until I can't be found
That decision is up to you...

It's not up to me
2 prove to those
Standing on the sidelines
Notebooks in hand
That I'm the bastard
I was assumed 2 be
Besides they weren't around
When everything was beautiful
Carefree, paradise as far as
Eyes cared to see
Instead preferring to sharpen their knives
Salivating at the chance to take a bite out of us...

I confessed my mistakes
Let's move on
I have no regrets
Except for not letting my guard down completely
Then perhaps this wouldn't
Have dragged on needlessly
But refer to the first question
You asked me and
I'll give you the same b.lls.it response
Abject nonsense...

P-Dec 26, 2007.