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