A Question

My eyes are glazing over as the glass is hazing in front of me. It's amazing that despite the fact that I'm phasing, I can still see this thing that there's nothing else worth praising.

I don't want to feel alone again. Empty is not something that fills much of anything. Did you hear what I just said? I don't want to feel alone again. But just cause you don't want something, doesn't mean a thing.

A cause for reaction, but not a for subtraction from the equation. My world only clears when I take myself out of the equation. Did you hear me? My eyes readjust to the road that I must watch closely. Yesterday it was not all abust, but at least I can trust that tomorrow brings the sun. Fading lust, and growing trust reflect on my vision.

I don't want to feel alone again. Empty is not something that fills much at all. Did you hear what I just said? I don't want to feel this again. But just cause I don't want it, doesn't mean a thing.

My man is dead inside so I hold back what I've cried out for. I've often lied about this pride, but that only it spread so wide that I can't keep it inside.

But I don't want to feel alone again. Empty is not something that fills much of anything. Did you hear what I just said? I don't want to feel dead again. But just cause you don't want to die, doesn't mean there's good reason why.

A cause for distraction, different course of action in the equation. My world only makes sense when I take myself out of the equation. Now I'll fade to nothing so I can see something. I'll close my eyes. I'll lift my head. I'll stop talking... and I'll fade... so I can see you.

by: dRew

written: January 18, 2008

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