Written originally February 19, 2006
Rewritten February 20-21, 2006...

Stop telling me you know,
When obviously you don’t...

I look at her from afar,
Unable to help, despite my tries...

My heart has far too long been sore
Broken countless times, busted and worn...

* I found this, thought it was good, and thought...

You don’t wanna see
You’d prefer to be blind...

When I think of everyone I know
I realize that we all hate this life...

When everything seems to be going right,
It ends up going completely wrong...

I’m sorry for the trouble
I’m sorry for the pain...

I’m tired of all this fighting,
Sick of crying myself to sleep...

All day they run through my head,
These thoughts of suicide...

He's the one that tells me to be tough,
when I feel I've had enough...