Monday, October 24, 2005

You look at me; my eyes focus on the floor
You talk to me; all I hear is the music in my head
You kick me, you push me; I sit down
You scrowl, you cry; I smile inside
You pressure me, you accuse me; I let it slide
You claw at me with your critisims; I can claw right back
Your words, your glares, your kicks, your accustions; they can't hurt me anymore; I've become numb
You just walked away; I didn't look back.

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