That stigma

Apr 15, 2010 13:13

Yeah, I'm just the medicine
You take when you're sick
You get well and that's it
You put me back on the shelf.

It isn't exceptional
The course of our fate
It's just a phase
A few words on a page
A sculpture of clay
Desire was the flame

You're more like a basketball
We just pass you around
Bounce you hard on the ground

Well at least I'm not blind
Content with denial
I've been wishing for lies

My appetite
Has been gone half my life
I didn't lose it last night
I was eating for you

I saw you walking once
Under powder blue skies
You looked cold still
But wore a fake smile

I've tried to talk to you
It's hard while you cry
I don't know what to say now
Hello or goodbye
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