I curse myself, I hate myself, it was all my own doing
What was I thinking letting you in
Why would it end any differently than before?
Perhaps I was naïve that this time it would be different

It’s so much easier just being numb
Just keep walking, there’s nothing to see here sir
Get to where you’re going, fast, unnoticed, in one piece
Stop and smell the roses? No thanks, least the thorns get me

Breathe slow, breathe hard, don’t forget to breathe though
Be happy she says first, but she doesn’t realize I was so happy
Despair is easy to find, open your eyes man
Don’t look in the mirror, there’s nothing to see here sir

(c) 2007 by Gerard C. Johnson