Feb 03, 2002 04:57
Am I peeking if I look?
Do my kisses feel invasive?
Am I crying when I smile?
Who am I to say?
Can I feel this from the inside?
Am I dying just to say?
With all these words hung around my neck, my head is feeling heavy.
Let me sleep.
Did I sneak something inside?
A bitter pill, a tasteless poison?
Do I have something to hide?
Who am I to say?
I'm as lonely as a leper.
I'm contagious as hell.
With my clothing and my make-up, I bet you couldn't tell.
Some nights I don't sleep, and when I do I sleep fitfully.
These dreams are not mine and I wake up in a very bad mood.
good nite...