from Joey - Wednesday, February 01, 2006
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All my writing sounds the same
My turns over, can't play the game.
Deflated, down and worn out
No energy left, even to shout.
No one here to bounce things off
Doing it solo seems like alot.
With only me to focus on
Can't blame mistakes on anyone.
My pen and paper become my girl
Inside my writings I can curl
Seeking comfort and solice
I can always seem to create this
Make believe world in which I'm ok
And everyone around me feels the same
But when I step outside and speak to people
My bubble bursts, reality ripples
Feels like I only drag people down
Not very exciting, why'd they stick around?
My virtue of commitment I'm holding back
Now there's no tricks left in my sack
I'll just climb back down into my hole
Surrounded in paper shaped like a bowl
So I can write in circles as the world spins round
Bouncing inside my skull so many sounds
The loudest of all seems to be
Nothing at all, I'm here, just me
Goodnight I say to myself each night
A reply came back, gave me a fright!
Am I going to start having conversations alone
Rather than spending all night on the phone?
Settle myself down, it's not that bad
Just seems like that when you get sad
When the new day dawns, raising your head
You forget all the sad things you said
Pleasant memories come streaming back
And once again you're on the right track.