standin' round, breakin' down

My hands are small, I know

But they're not yours, they are my own

And I am never broken

Poverty stole your golden shoes

It didn't steal your laughter

chin up my love.

turnaround

"my gut says its you"

"We talk way too much"

no such thing, kid.

you cheer/me up.

"what I thought was wrong but couldn't really put into words"

"this weekend was disappointing. I know it was because even I feel disappointed."

"he really doesn't know what he's doing."

one more time

I'm afraid of myself

I'm terrified of the choices I'm making,

do they make me happy,

or am I slowly shooting myself in the foot,

like a slow motion replay

but I can't see, no matter how clear the image,

that I'm wrecking myself.

I could be so happy, I have been,

I can make myself be

but all I want is that feeling of security,

the feeling that I know I don't have to force it,

its real..

I was waiting for that this weekend, thats why it hurt so badly.

I was so on top of the world,

and I thought I was all that,

and now I am sitting here, fallen,....

I'm embaressed.

This doesn't fit together,

I'm all over,

this isn't me.

I'm strong, and I'm organized, and I know where I'm going

I always have a plan/Why don't I have a plan?

I'm running on empty, so tired..

I feel so empty, so alone

I know, deep down, that everyone wants to relate

but I keep telling myself,

no one can relate.

I'm afraid to let someone make me happy,

I dont know if its really happy,

I'm so afraid I'm making it up

and that

its not really there?

I'm so out of touch.

standing ovation

confidence

seeps

away

felicity

story of my life.

darko

all around me are familiar faces

worn out places, worn out faces

bright and early for the daily races

going nowhere, going no where...

I'm lost.

friends and lovers