I'm gulping down each heavy sigh
Angered tears pooling in my eyes
I needed this
I wanted this
To self-destruct and leave love to circumstance
To ignore your pleas and the dance
I needed to scrape bottom.

I have warned so many others in prose and lines
Sincere words typed tempermentally at times
I failed to see
I refused to see
Now I am staring at my bloody hands, scraped-up knees
But I've stumbled away from the girl I had seen
She needed to empty her soul.

And she did, in someone's bed, and someone else's
Until it was left so dirty, she barely knew what else there was
I believed that wasn't me
I suppose that was me...
My bitter heart hoping he wouldn't do the same, the martyr I've become
Lying and laying and living what I have become
(Wondering what I have truly done)

Here is the worst part:

I knew all along I would be here
I knew all along there is nothing romantic in what I had done
and all I want is to be back to square one
At rock bottom--but at least with you
and not myself.

<small>[ November 26, 2003, 12:10 AM: Message edited by: carina dream ]</small>