spastic

spoke up again too loud just like always but as you're well aware they lure you in with jibes misstatements generalizations catch phrases mottos that used to be mine we only give them fodder on which to feed live well grow strong live long and learn to betray some days i wish i could be humble like christ supposedly was and keep that crucifix stitched up and locked inside right next to the bloated ego and the immaturity i try so desperately to hide just want to retreat from all that seems wrong to get closer to god so in the end i can take pride in all the suffering i've undergone it's just that just that you're too glamorous to be right for me it's just too much damned temptation for me tried to live on a vow to sustain myself on potatoes but you're waving that meat right before my eyes and you know i want it and you know i'll snap at it just to tear down all that i've worked so hard to build up if i ever want to stop being ashamed maybe i'll give you a ring but for now it feels like i'm wading through hell and high water and there's one phrase that keeps resounding in my mind gotta escape gotta escape gotta' get away and rip off my face and rip out my tongue and write letters to the damned under a new name Written April 11th, 2002 © on Apr 11 2002 02:41 PM PST   17 • 0 • 9