A mixed-up, mashed-up
Jumble of fears

Can't believe in anything,
Anything but tears

You say you love me
Yet don't love yourself

You give me lip service
Then put me on a shelf

I am and can be -- only me
Don't want you, if you're not free

I went quick across the nation
Looking 4 respite

But found you're lost like me
And you just don't get it

I can't go into hell with you
But I want to -- real bad

U keep puttin' me off
And it makes me damn sad

I stand B4 you know
To reveal my true love

October 29, 2009 © C L Pridemore
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