Talking To Myself

By Tara Nicole Walker

Monday, June 03, 2002

What I want, I can't have

It really, truly is rather sad

To have something within your grasp

And to lose it just like that

Nothing you can do

But sit and cry for you

Don't know how to deal with this inside feud

Your wounds still open and not yet healed

Your heart has been broken and yet again denied

Sometimes you wish that you could soon die

A quick and painless death so that you wouldn't have need to hide

Again and again from the outside

How can you stand it and keep on returning

Your loyalty to life when your soul it keeps burning

As your heart keeps on turning

But your mind doesn't seem to be learning

There are some things you should do and some that you shouldn't

Some things you would do and some things you wouldn't

Some things that you'd want to do but you know that you couldn't

Life is the teacher and you are the student

Don't you want to escape, to run away, to flee

To go somewhere else, to be what you can be

To spread your wings and fly so free

Oh, if that could only be me