The truth is there, But never spoken. Only so much is said, By your casual ways. Look deep into my eyes, And lie to me again, So I can call it this time, So I can open my eyes. I know I'm not enough, I am only myself. I trust you all too well, Too be blinded by it. There is a point, At which I break down, And struggle to be understanding. Oct. 2, 1997 |
Breakdown |