December 09, 2003


The bright light glares
Into my sensitive eyes
I can feel your stares
I can hear your sighs
As I deny those stairs
I cover all my lies
And the music blares.


It tells you what's right
And now I feel betrayed
I squirm under this light
I know that I'm portrayed
No matter how hard I fight
I will be surveyed
And I can't see day, or night.


I wish I could just go
But you have me surrounded
I pray to the lords below
Pray that I'll be grounded
You whisper words that I know
Now I am forever bounded
To this longing death so slow
And I am pushed down low.

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