"Rest" -- 1/24/o6 tues.

Unable to stand your presence
Unable to accept defeat
Only hoping that you would die
And regretting that we'll never meet
Distant eyes and a bland face
Dead hair when compared with mine
Your voice rots in my core
And I'm left here to whine
It's unfair that you're so simplistic
And yet so full of appeal
Unreal is the situation
Unsure is how I feel
Mind numbing truth is apparent
It blinds into my eyes
It's pitiful how I do this
Pitiful how I cry
I feel so insulted
And so guilty in one blow
It's a shame that you don't even recognize me
And funny that you don't know