Thursday, December 01, 2005


ever felt you're sick of being me
sick of the same old face staring back from the glass with those slack sad puppy pupils
sick of treading carelessly over broken empty scruples
sick of playing jakes with your values that are fake
sick of blundering thunderously over your own gozunders
sick of being me
when you wake it's still the same bundle of troubled fears and half-truth vanities
speak for yourself mate i hear you say
but unfortunately i'm sick of being you too