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Iím hurt and shaken

Talking to a wall

Is he really full of air?

Or simply an enigma?


Idiot, TaureanÖ.


If you want me to go

And leave you alone

Please tell me so

In words I can understand


One sided talks

Just arenít my bag

I deal with reality

And up front honesty


What is there lacking?

In the brain I believe

That you might possess

Until your voice is silent


Let me be

In my fantasy world

Consumed with the thought

I could interest you


But never let people

Really catch a glimpse

Of what resides

In the stocky built frame


I could go on for hours

About a broken illusion

I suppose thatís my reward

For sharing my hopes with you