Tuesday, February 26, 2008


what was, was.
now, isn't.
mistakes are made without aftershock comfort.
distance is found geographically and emotionally.
i hate what i am more often than not.
i speak of the end like it's anyday.
and i am so tired all the time.
analyzation of every thought of every thought of every thought.
no one cares. and no one cares if you care.
kid, it's just so much like the beaten up boy spitting a tooth out
been broke down too many times on this trip through it all.
headache head, heartache heart.
i know it's overplayed, but i'm different now.
wish i wasn't. wish i wasn't. wish i wasn't. wish you weren't.