I feel old did I tell you that? I have wrinkles on my soul did I tell you that?
did I tell you that I cry in my dreams…? I writhe in my sleep… did I tell you that? I have bruises on my heart… did I tell you that? my pain would never end… did I tell you that? my nights wander like ghosts down dark alleys and half-lighted caves… did I tell you that you'd have to wait till I "make" myself??
my "self" is hardly formed… did I tell you that? my ideals are in infancy… did I tell you that? I learn from mistakes… did I tell you that? I cry bloody tears… I walk through fire each night… I have a habit of burning my soul… I can't exist without killing myself… I am separate from me… I am only beginning to know you… it could take me years to reach you… will you wait? will you? how do I know? how do I know for sure? tell me… how do I know for sure…?
I am stubborn … I search endlessly for answers… I speak so much you could die listening to me… would you listen? would you wait? that's what I want to know… would you wait? would you?
