murder it

july.31.2004

I'm tired of the weight you hold,
when you don't even know.
I'm sick of all the pain you cause,
by feelings you don't show.

I fear the hope that you've defined,
it takes a mortal blow.
I ask for time but deep inside,
I wish that you'd just go.

I see the truth but I can't feel,
the road it leads me to.
I know that all I need is time,
to lose all that you do.