March 4, 1997
The light falls away from my eyes
I can't see so I can't write
it will not leave if I don't write it down
but even when I do it still stays around
I write so much you think I'd be alright
but the light always falls from my eyes
I don't usually quit
but I'll quit on this
it's a bother to think
and I don't want to write it down
I'm afraid of my songs
that they might be true
three small words I'd love to say
and if I could I wouldn't be writing this today
I guess it's my fault where I am
I never let anyone get close to me
I only write what I never show
it's a shame no one hears my words
I hate to cause trouble
with my hidden little pain
I know many people who need help more than me
get away don't waste your time
of course ... there are few who ever do
just tell yourself that I'm alright
there's always tomorrow
this blanket has fallen over my eyes
I'm tired It's getting late
