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From day to day... I change so much.

Still learning how to see and touch.

I've broken hearts... I've lost my own.

Starting to grasp what I've always known.



I've wasted words... I've spoke my mind.

I've left my conscience far behind.

I've ran for weeks... to come back home.

Looking for what? I wish I'd known.



My eyes are dry... as Tucson dirt.

Months full of tears, and years of hurt.

I've watched the clock... and still been late.

I've hurried through... then had to wait.



I gave away... all that was mine.

Hoping that way some joy... I'd find.

I should have known... it'd be a waste.

Now I'm just broke in the same place.



If I could start... where I began,

I'd prolly do it all again.

I've been in fights... and then made up.

I've gone to bed while you'd wait up.



So what's the point... of all these things?

Have I accomplished anything?

Am I in love... or will I be?

Are all your drugs affecting me?

      - Lo Ruhamah