Exposed and Vacant
Exposed and Vacant (1/22/2008)
My head is a maze to get lost in for days
I over think the world too often for sane
I’d walk in the rain if it would burn through the haze
The itch in my nerves has now turned to a craze
But I learned from the rage, through turning the page
That this is the world and it all hurts the same
These words are my veins and I’ll always bleed through them
I use them, in a way, to cool them and soothe them
Cause through them I pour every ounce of my being
Whether hate for the world or tears for those leaving
They’re the silence in which I am always found screaming
The rhyming to which my heart is pounding and beating
They’re the tale that I tell, my story and breathing
Memories left behind for all of your reading
The pages of love and the lines of deceiving
And tears for a few who reside with the leaving
And, believe me, it’s tough to be so open and honest
I’ll get scared to the point I’ll get nauseous and vomit
I’m so cautious and modest, but sometimes I fall hard
When your hand pulls away, in a way that we’ll call scarred
When every wall falls hard and I’m left in the open
Are you with me tonight? Am I stupid for hoping?
Friends go away and love leaves me vacant
So I turn to the page and bare it all naked
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