Don't you see
You've asked me
To wade through hell
For something I never wanted?

Don't you see
That I'll be
Drowning in my own guilt
After I learnt how to tread water?

Don't you see
That both me and he
Mightn't want to go back?

Don't you see
That what you've asked of me
Is impossible now?

Don't you see
That I want to leave?

Don't you see
That I'm not me?

Don't you see?

Art~

"The poet Billy Collins once laughingly observed that all babies are born with a knowledge of poetry, because the lub-dub of the mother's heart is in iambic meter. Then, Collins said, life slowly starts to choke the poetry out of us. It may be true with music, too."

Cool.

What's wrong with me;

I see you and I run. Isn't the opposite supposed to happen?

www.jacknotzak.wordpress.com

blogger gets a little annoying.

might move back, though.

Jackfruit chips;

Masteringphysics is killing me.

but i'd prefer it anyday to the excuse of a life mine is becoming.

Great, my laptop has completely died. Won't even turn on. xD

I knew I was fail with thumbdrives, but I never considered I was fail enough to lose one within less than 24 hours.