S.

if it disturbs you
does it still make it o.k.
to shove it under a pretty rug
for just another day

walk with me slowly,
as we talk amounst ourselves
about the lies we hide behind
broken hearts up on a shelf

You can share your thoughts with me my friend
I'm easy to disguise
better than the broken glass
and masks that you try to hide

Step by step towards the open door
one foot in front
the other no more
try as we might
this life will always be a fight
what's wrong what's right

So these feelings, and these pretty things
strewn along my tattered floor
they're your's if you want them
will you open yourself to them?

There's something real
the real big deal
squatting in the corner
face to the walls
it'll gettcha if you're not careful
it'll gettcha if you're not wareful

practice makes perfect is what they say
we're breeding and bleeding a perfect mess
when we treat each other this way
why is it so hard to fight you
each and every day
makes me not want to live here anymore
anymore
makes me not want to live here anymore
anymore