My Poor Dead Finger
- random

Thinking about the possibilities
Of being without you
You are a part of me
I can't do anything without you
Attached to the rest of me
Giving aid when needed
How could you do this to me?
At the most critical point of my life
You develop a thick skin
No matter what I do
You cause pain
I can't do anything right
You're there, blazing red
And I'm here, not knowing how or why


© 18th June 2003