12.09.2009

Going, Going, Gone

You are too far over the edge for me
and i almost fell into the same hole

these people caught me by the hem of my skirt
and by the shortness of my breath

i say the same things twice
and only mean one of them

i hope nothing comes and breaks through
because i'm already picking out the glass from my skin

i don't want your manipulation
i am not weak like them anymore