I'm tired of spending every day
Hidden behind you,
Watching your every move,
And wondering what it takes to survive.
It's like I'm standing here,
Hiding in the harsh folds of my sweater,
Not because I can't win,
But because I don't even want to try.
Every piece of dirtied luggage
That you toss on me,
Adds another step to my ladder;
And it seems I can only apologize
It isn't even my fault.
subconsciously, i think i can eat so much to make my stomach hurt, instead of my heart.
[This message has been edited by Fading Away (edited 05-01-2001).]