And you say
you've never seen my
pretty emotions,
I show
...
You touch my arm
and say what's going to be right.
It all is.
You're hands are grasping mine with a firmness
...
Who else could do this to me but
you?
You've got me running into
dead end walls
...
I look into the mirror
and I see what can murder.
It's a pitiful,
ugly monster.
...
Does it really all matter in the end?
Who we are,
what we do?
You don't ever decide.
...
My kind friend with a gentle voice or the brunette
with orange cleats and short bark
as a laugh.
What do you think of love?
...
They say things are not always what they seem.
Tell me what they seem,
and I will tell you...
What will I tell you?
...
Don't walk away
and strand me again.
Please, take your bag off
stay for a while.
...
I didn't do it.
I didn't shove that knife through your chest
purposely aiming for a vital cavity.
I didn't hurt you.
...