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I think; I think too much.
A little piece of mind might just give me some clarity
or clean up this mess you make of me..
But that's not even possible until I can learn to keep this to myself.
Openning my mouth only leaves me vulnerable..
to slipping up and spilling my guts to you.
I've just never been one to keep my own secrets-
I lack the self-control that should naturally stop me..
from dissapointing myself.
This wouldn't hurt so much..
if I didn't already know just how little you've actually heard.
This game you've got us playing now..
it has me so screwed up at times.
And you're not even keeping score.
Every card I've pulled this round was the same as the last:
Move two days forward;;
Then four months back.
You always insist on pushing,
persaude me to talk..
and I told you a little more each time.
But I really gotta give you props..
you play like a pro and put on one hell of an act.
Tell me-
just what was the point in playing this through?
What was your purpose for me?
Why pretend to listen if my words meant nothing?
At least nothing worth much to you..
Just lie for me one last time..
tell me they at least meant something..
anything.
Well, I hope you had some sort of point to make here,
even if only to prove to yourself.
Game over.
You do realize you lost..
right?
What ever it really was you were searching in me for, I would never have left within your reach.
I keep my secrets hidden..
under lock and key.
Perserving myself in places you can't go...
another life you couldn't see..
and to trick me into admitting anything not already obvious,
would take one hell of a fight.
I protect this potential..
with a potent mistrust.
I'll never let anyone nearly close enough..
my private life;;
you won't steal your way in.
People assume I'm just so innocent..
or just to stupid to see.
To bad these cheaters got all caught up,
playing their own games.
Too far gone to catch me turning the tables.
See-
I could tell you everything..
all the things you're dying to take from me..
you would believe every last word
I whisper in your pretty little head...
and you don't even trust me.[/font]
or clean up this mess you make of me..
But that's not even possible until I can learn to keep this to myself.
Openning my mouth only leaves me vulnerable..
to slipping up and spilling my guts to you.
I've just never been one to keep my own secrets-
I lack the self-control that should naturally stop me..
from dissapointing myself.
This wouldn't hurt so much..
if I didn't already know just how little you've actually heard.
This game you've got us playing now..
it has me so screwed up at times.
And you're not even keeping score.
Every card I've pulled this round was the same as the last:
Move two days forward;;
Then four months back.
You always insist on pushing,
persaude me to talk..
and I told you a little more each time.
But I really gotta give you props..
you play like a pro and put on one hell of an act.
Tell me-
just what was the point in playing this through?
What was your purpose for me?
Why pretend to listen if my words meant nothing?
At least nothing worth much to you..
Just lie for me one last time..
tell me they at least meant something..
anything.
Well, I hope you had some sort of point to make here,
even if only to prove to yourself.
Game over.
You do realize you lost..
right?
What ever it really was you were searching in me for, I would never have left within your reach.
I keep my secrets hidden..
under lock and key.
Perserving myself in places you can't go...
another life you couldn't see..
and to trick me into admitting anything not already obvious,
would take one hell of a fight.
I protect this potential..
with a potent mistrust.
I'll never let anyone nearly close enough..
my private life;;
you won't steal your way in.
People assume I'm just so innocent..
or just to stupid to see.
To bad these cheaters got all caught up,
playing their own games.
Too far gone to catch me turning the tables.
See-
I could tell you everything..
all the things you're dying to take from me..
you would believe every last word
I whisper in your pretty little head...
and you don't even trust me.[/font]
Published 10th Jan 2010
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10th Jan 2010 9:58pm
very cool prose.. very powerful.. I'll tell you about myself: I have very little self-control when it comes to opening up.. it's not that I trust everyone but I just have so much.. of a world inside me that I enjoy sharing it.. I have nothing much to hide.. nothing much at least.. I hold somethings in.. which I'll keep forever.. somethings are beyond words anyway.. good verse though hun I look foreward to reading more of your stuff
