I once again release the need
to know how this all ends
I'm feeling sick in limbo
and I will not play pretend
I feel a repeat of yesteryear
and it makes me glad you're gone
Out of sight and out of mind
Please keep your blinders on
My heart is still too sensitive
Even if you can't see why
I feel like I'm 17 again
caught up in this need to deny
You wouldn't see me then
and you cannot see me now
Why waste any further questions,
when I'm really not allowed?
You're probably not that deep
Perhaps self-pitying and vain
You may as well be a bathtub
with a permanently open drain
I misread your pack of empty words
I tried to make nothing mean more
Silly me for the stupid thought
that you're different than before....