Photograph, it's hard to believe it was me

in the background

looking back, given the chance to believe

that i might have

found a sense, offered a better solution

to the urges, taking away the very essence i let die

 

 

Don't respond, these are the lies that won't

Save us in the end

Don't respond, how can you say that you

see when you just pretend

 

 

Days go by,

i carefully cut through the layers i

avoided once,

only because of the threat that i was

less than real,

how do i change the connection that i'm

wired through,

look in the eyes that seem to be staring

back at you,

what do you say in the end?

well you don't say

 

 

when it's cold out, and i call out

will you stand up, reach out your hand

........they won't save us......just