wish i could be me again but i died in that place.
for so long i couldn't even bear to look at my face,

and now i can't stop staring at these scarred eyes.
looking deeply into a heart that i'm affraid is only lies.

so tired of being alone but still completly inept at taking chances, wish i had the cojone's to participate in these damn dances but i'm just too tired.

well that's what i tell myself anyway, trueth be known...



(shhhh.. it's a secret)




i'm afraid of being happy, i've lived with sorrow and lonliness for so damn long, i convinced my self they're what taught me to be strong. but in reality they caused my heart to atrophy and now i've a yella streak down my back would make the grand canyon look like a "crack".

please don't tell anybody ... seems i've got most people fooled. and i'm the only one suffering.