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leave me back in yesterday.

take my hand - it's a fake.

breaks off at the wrist.

my last charade

left me all alone again.

this is who i want to be.

the ending that i chose.

nothing that you'd pick for me.

but you don't know my heart at all.

left me back on first base.

i ate your trailing dust.

gave me reasons to believe

you thought i was the truth.

but now you know to disbelieve.

and now you know to doubt.

so close your eyes and wish for me.

when i come you won't know it's me.

so hard to see but you're finally listening.

so hard for you to take me as i am.

but all i ask is for you to look at me.

see my eyes though all this mess.

all i ask is for your maybe.

that you may take the chance

on a poor victim's story

on a poor infidel

on a poor bastard's playground

broken toys and muddy skirts.

you see the real me and you wince.

i see you wincing and i laugh.

and reality can't hurt me

if i don't realize that reality

is more than the quickly

recovered smile on your face.