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| 209 10/12/03 Fake There is a hole inside growing that has become, Big enough to the point where it�s no longer numb, I�ve suppressed it now for too much time, But there�s nothing I can do but write this rhyme Words from the past seem to stab me again and again, How could I have felt that way and now still be sane, How can someone change their mind on a dime, This question leaves me puzzled time after time Though it�s not only that which now eats me up inside, But the lack of those emotions that can no longer hide, I�m crying here because I�ve become so pathetic, To the point where my emotions almost seem synthetic I wish that now I had a plan that would end this shame, Because the last thing that I want is for this to become a game, And in my mind there is no clear solution for me to take, My life... my dreams... are becoming so fake... |