May 15, 2003 20:40
You've never rehearsed,
So why,
Are you always so fucking well versed.
You put me to shame,
With you eloquent speech,
Your 5 dollar words,
And you feelings,
So fucking deep.
I can't compete with all that you say,
Cause my words never come out quite that way,
I stumble over,
And walk around them,
But the words I wish would come stay hidden inside,
Never wishing to be seen in the light of day.
And I'm not perfect,
That picture that you made of me,
Is just a falsity,
I'm foolish,
And weak,
And you make it so hard to speak,
Sometimes,
I see into your mind,
Just to get behind,
All the words that you say,
And see what's really there,
To see what you keep hidden even from me.
Am I really what you're looking for,
Or am I just what you saw as your last chance,
You deserve so much better that what I can give,
So tell me now,
Before I get lost again,
Lost in that place behind your mind,
Just let it all go,
Let your words flow,
I'll consider the options,
But I don't promise a single thing.