burning in diversion,
the version of two.
complete strangers
and unknown dangers,
not showing.
and them,
not knowing.
what to do.
just because you see it,
doesn't mean it is really there.
sometimes, what makes you brave
is a little bit of a scare--
an illusion of life or of love;
and having it be taken away.
until finally, finally you're stripped;
bare.
left, too.
left to bear.
and i'm not one to complain,
oh, i'm not one to complain,
but i need reassurance,
because honey, oh, honey,
i'm trying and trying,
but i just don't think i have
the endurance to live with this dying.
confusion sets in.
with destructive weather
mirroring my thoughts.
"i wonder whether..."
because subtle hints don't go so well with me.
i said subtle hints might as well say to the hell with me.
i try to create anomalies
so they won't first be destroyed.
and i'm sorry i'm not perfect.
i'm sorry i can't fill your void, but
i didn't ask for this.
i didn't ask for you.
and every minute, it's a different show.
Now, I may not understand it.
I may not even necessarily agree with it.
But I'll tell you what, I accept it and just sort of glide along.
