September 13, 2002

fuck being responsible

naked and exposed after all my hard work has been undone
so many hours, twisted by hand
trying to make something out of nothing
and look what i’ve become

lost in this grownups game of getting older
trying to obtain, achieve the next
schedule the line up
finding out it’s not any easier
later on in life

i’ve road the edge
teetering on the idea that i would not be remade
pressured into being all the same things i had to be
to gain some kind of acceptance
from all the ones that looked me down anyway

it’s not a big deal
it’s what we say, to pass the time
till we breakaway and wiggle down our defenses
so we can crumble like sand against the strongest mighty wave
fragile, like the children we have always been inside.

because it’s never taken much
to make you cry, tears leaking out the corner of your eyes
the one’s you’ve never been able to stop
even if you tried
and you did, breathe deep and long to make them
quivering your voice still they fall onto your cheeks

with the rain falling from your eyes
your voice rumbling like a coward
what a weak little mess you’re always going to be
sometimes you’ve got to figure
you’re just a softy in between

you’ll be broken, who would know it
they don’t really give a damn
you’re such a mystery, day girl
keeps your shit together
but, cry yourself to sleep again
wounded by the world

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