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   Its hard to see the sun sometimes throu 24-Jun-03 alii


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alii Posted on 24-Jun-03 11:53 AM

Its hard to see the sun sometimes through these eyes.
Its hard to see the truth sometimes looking through these eyes.
But yet I try, windowsill world of mine.
Maybe sometime Ill get up and go outside.
Leap of faith, I could close my eyes and jump.
The hope of someday is safer and it doesn't hurt as much.
I stand at the edge of the world and I cry.
The rain beats down on my face as I try to swallow my fear of failing again.
And wait for the clouds to break for the sun.
Do you remember the time when you said you could see the worry in my eyes?
You don't know how hard Ive tried to let it go, let it all subside
Things seem so different when I look into your eyes.
It all seems so simple when I look in from the outside.
Everything seems fine.
You know me better than I know myself
And I trust you more than I trust anyone else.
But promises broken are promises made.
At least from what Ive seen it all fades away

With less than confidence I continue on.
Feeling the thickening of falling short.
Bleeding but breathing still I stand.
You may be king of the mountain but I think hitting the ground made me stronger.
See my pain across your face Cheshire smile stretches ear to ear.
Burn my body in effigy.
Do what you will do what you want.
Just finish quickly and move on.
Drift away to your lullaby to wake up on your bed of nails.
Color of colder days still dyes my mind in shades of rain.
Is there no love? See me down. Join the crowd.
Laugh out loud; Ive heard it all before.
I want to let my insides spill; lay it all open for you.
But Im afraid all myselfll leave me here again
Walking away, it's not the same as running.
Is it to you now that you have to run to ground and say take this
This medicine is just what you deserve Swallow, choke, and die.
And this bitter pill is leaving you with such an angry mouth.
One that's void of all discretion such an awful tearing sound.
With its measure only equal by the power of my stare glaring over you.
The feeling of despair is never wearing out.
It's wearing off and it's leaving you with such a heavy heart and a head to match.
The bottle is waiting the cap is twisted begging to be used and so are you!!!!!!!