I'm not like those girls that you've known, but i'm worth coming home to

[tranceswirl]

It wasnt the right night
For me to bring light
To the Part of my heart
That was showing, Going
Through the motions,
Over dinner
The not talking
The walking around
Of subjects, unbroachable
Unapproachable
Space, like it was a race
For silence, or the violence
Of Reflection,
The inspection of our food
I know you too
Feel how I do
What a bore
Nothing in store
For each day
Except a replay
Of the way,
things went, yesterday
And its going to be
And its going to be
And its going to be
The same
As yesterday
Move away
To escape
The rape
Of my brain
The pain
Understimulation.