Out-Raged
Memories of misconseption, Temper takes over. I'm out-raged. I shiver in my own dismay of myself. I wonder where you are, How you are, What you're doing, If you're doing great without me there. Why is my past so pathetic? I want to be with you forever, But I need to be with myself for now. I busy myself with thoughts of you. You've taken over me, now you know. Everytime you think I'm off being untruthful, I'm off obsessing over you. Lies and secrets I can't tell you. Lies and secrets you may never know. You ask "why" and I tell you I don't know the answers. I live on you. If you leave. I won't live at all. Written March 17th, 2002 © on Mar 16 2002 03:49 PM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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