Tired of Lying
Tired of lying, saying I’m alright
Tired of staying awake, every lonely night.
Look in the mirror, at the face in the glass,
Look like a question no one ever asks.
Tired of dying, done everyday.
Tired of telling mom it’s ok
Cuz it’s not, damnit, I’ll never be fine
Cuz I live with this fear that killing’s divine
When it’s me with the knife and with the hammer
When I hold the pistol, don’t write me banners.
Don’t send goodbye presents
Don’t hold farewell parties
The only fare that went well was
The only quarter I threw down a well.
Well you could say he's handsome
Well handsome’s just fine,
Not if your life is stringing past your nose on a wire,
Not when the river is dry, when I am naked.
I swim naked in cold rivers, actually
I walk. I take these trips to go walking
I take these trips to forget
I write these words cuz I remember
And I want to get all the clouded thoughts out of my head
And I want to forget it then
And I want you to see what I write
But I don’t want you to see me
And don’t let me die, don’t let me die,
Let me die.
Copyright © Brooke Wolfe | Year Posted 2007
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