So many involved,
With all their favorite faces.
I walk in wonderful circles,
With my many paces.
Through this world I go,
Clinging to my mask.
Some say it's better,
Not to dwell on the past.

I face the wall, not wanting to see,
All that this world has for me.
And as I hide in my own world,
I see that I am weak.

I'm so young, I'll never see,
That I need someone more than me.
And still I sit and wonder,
Of what is still to be.

I see you right in front of me,
And hear what you say,
But still it means nothing,
You're wasting me away.

You curse the ground you walk on,
And all your so-called friends.
But little do you know,
That this will bring your end.

I enter this mascarade,
With all my many faces.
I walk this world aimlessly,
With all my many paces.
They say its better not to dwell,
On living in the past.
But its all I have left,
This world, it spins too fast.

So many problems,
Going on without cures.
I wish I could go back,
To the way things were.
Skinned knees are so much easier,
To fix than broken hearts.
But both bring pain and anguish,
Both have screwed up parts.

You cant draw lines in a young girls heart,
And tell her who to love.
Just like she can't change,
The one she's dreaming of.

"You cant get to heaven,
Half [way] off the ground.
Everybody knows,
Almost doesnt count."

May 7, 2003
 
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