Don't make me scream for you, can't bear to think this life through, is there a decent night for you and me? Or is this all i'll ever be, inhuman to you, and worthless to me.

here i am, you shut me out, i see things in you a mirror would hide, i cherished you (you faltered me) i worshipped you (you slaughtered me).

A fake facade of insolent morals, you were always right, and on that night, you cried, when will it be my turn, in the spotlight, all this love brings, is bitter twisted things... 

Lawson 2003 tuesday 29th april 20:14pm