And that is my biggest problem.
Or you're too hard to figure out,
And this is all a waste of my time.
Mysteries of you are in my head,
I can't ever seem to solve them,
I just want one day to be about,
Something positive for my mind.
The rules are self-explanatory,
Sitting right here in front of me,
And I'm just trying to find a way,
To bend them in my good interest.
I'm tired of making up this story,
All to hide what you already see,
Since I can't find words to say,
This is not yet love, only distress.
A deep silence feels like the end,
So I always have to keep talking,
Or else I'll be out of the picture,
By the time you realize it's quiet.
I always say I won't do it again,
Of course here I am still walking,
Looking for some sacred scipture,
To impact me beyond my defiance.
This time I cannot accept defeat,
It keeps getting harder everytime,
When giving up becomes typical,
And the choices only become less.
There is no way I can compete,
With everyone else in your line,
But you alyways seem so mythical,
I don't want to adore anyone else.
You may be expendable but I lie,
All to myself thinking otherwise,
Because I'm too neurotic to find,
Someone to tolerate me anymore.
I've tried so hard, but I still die,
Everytime you ask for my advice,
About every situation in which I,
Only wish I could become yours.
Copyright 2006
-John Gehrig