• I figured out ,
    that the life I led,
    was an image masked by the flies in a swamp ,
    I'd sink find me before I get too low,
    the sky is looking red
    the trees are looking blue,
    and you're looking desperate
    I'd be there for you,
    if I'd had the idea,
    that it mattered ,to what you said ,
    it was I who lost,
    and you who ran,
    winning is the foolish thing that we've
    come up with to cover our egos
    from damage
    that we forced on others ,
    what a bother,
    to think that we'd be safer by ourselves,
    when we crave attention,
    isn't everyone this way?
    silent,
    shy,
    loud,
    obnoxious
    notice the difference
    I had a dream of your last words
    to me long ago in a distant time,
    I liked you in a way that I hid ,
    protected the strong,
    ignored myself yet still so selfish ...
    I'd laugh at it,
    but it's too hard to get the sound out
    ,when your still here ,
    when I want you to leave ,
    an organ that's way to full of you
    ,get out ,
    get out,
    GET OUT!