don't say you loved me
just to make amends
talking is worthless unless honest
and you and i are guilty
you think it would be better
for us to be together
i think it's worse
to lie about what i'm feeling
so soon, our doom?
when questions cannot be answered
i make up the solution
things like silence are often good
but it's times like this when i don't want to be alone
why can't it make sense
nothing but the smoke from your incense
the taste left in my mouth is bitter
this is what it's like to speak from inexperience
posted by Jeff Watkins @ Sunday, October 02, 2005
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