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