| Midnight blues befall me, |
| as I'm lying down in bed |
| and drag me to my mirror |
| to stare at a self soul-dead. |
| So I Stare at my reflection |
| standing in the mirror, |
| where the hollowed eyes get softer |
| as my self-esteem grows dimmer. |
| I remember all the failures, |
| when I couldn't meet your needs. |
| I remember all my absences- |
| spent with others inbetween. |
| I stand there thinking that perhaps you need |
| someone else (someone that's not me), |
| someone who could somehow manage to hold you close |
| and be all that I couldn't be. |
| A man who could look you in the eyes |
| and kiss you on the lips |
| and take your hand inside his hand |
| and see your beauty without a flinch. |
| It can't be me because I know inside |
| that you're too good for me, |
| so it'll have to be some other guy |
| with a soul of ivory. |
7/27/03 on Katie (needs work)