I thought I could get away
With not looking at the other side
Of the pain
The other side
of the question
The flipside
of the painting
is dripping and
smudged and we
Call it ugly
But beauty comes in the
Strange packages
that contain you and me
And I wonder what happens
If I don't ask
What will I know
if I don't know
what could have been
of us
Because they tell me nothing
and they're probably right
Bitch again
Lie again
Break again
Cry again
for the things you
should've done.

- Lani - .02