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(Written 3~16~04)



It’s nearly tripped me over,

I’m caught up in these lies,

I see the same distinct number,

But I constantly ask why.



I’ve never quite come to grips,

With my shadowy, bleak past,

For haunting’s chase me farther,

I wished for so long it wouldn’t last.



Locked up in a dark tower,

Only my small dimly lit room,

I chase away the spider webs,

As I fight against the gloom.



Melancholy mourning’s of my heart,

Forget to hold my tears at bay,

Drowning in endless self pity,

Fighting for another sunlit day.



They tell me not to worry,

To forget what’s come and gone,

I don’t know if I can ever forget,

Pretend I wasn’t just their pawn.



It’s nearly tripped me over,

I’m caught up in these lies,

I see the same distinct number,

But I constantly ask why.



Am I here to be forgotten,

Washed away by April’s rainy sign,

Is their something more to my life,

Or am I but a broken line.



My number corners me tightly,

Holding me in it’s changing grip,

Always turning me older,

Another year I’ve let slip.



This day keeps on repeating,

It always seems to make me cry,

Makes my time feel so unworthy,

Another memory I want to die.



My mind has made me cautious,

Locked me up in a paranoid dream,

If paranoia is but an echo of what’s unreal,

How do my Birthday’s make me scream?



It’s nearly tripped me over,

I’m caught up in these lies,

I see the same distinct number,

But I constantly ask why.