(Written for & to Jacqueline)

You have never given me the time,
as one "friend" should.
I'm nothing but a charity case...
for your own self-righteousness,
for your own damn good.

Empty are your deeds,
empty...your words,
they're all meaningless to me.
Once the prettiest of all the earth,
but she's nothing as she appears to be.

There she is, beauty in her eyes,
a woman of such endless grace.
I now see behind this cheap disguise,
for you're just another pretty face.

Don't you understand that I was nothing,
nothing more than a stool pigeon...
"your good deed of the day."
You're nothing to me anymore,
just another memory, a passing phase.

You can't justify your means,
no matter what you say,
no matter what you do.
This is what I decree,
for I've been set free,
I'm now all over you.


8/3/04

theflannelman@hotmail.com


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