06/16/05
Every Comment eats away a little more
Like a little rock on an ocean shore
Trying to hold on and trying to stay
All of the time also wanting to wash away
To go to a place different and new
A place where no one knows me and nothing is true
Somewhere where it is okay to cry
And a place where no one wants to die
Wanting to be alone with no one to fail
Instead locked up in this world of a jail.