Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Painted anguish
Twang, another broken heartstring,
I lack the knowledge to fix it.
I let it leak memories all over,
Until others become suspicious, then
I grab the mop and bucket and clean.
Close your eyes, count to ten and
Hope the wound heals on its own.
Misty eyed and uncertain, I go forward
And spill lies to any questions
About my wellbeing and they all
Believe me, so sad is this occasion.
I've lost the meaning of honesty,
I let the heart continue its wenching.
I pretend I was never so upset.
I keep pretending, even when the anguish spreads.
January 1, 2009
I lack the knowledge to fix it.
I let it leak memories all over,
Until others become suspicious, then
I grab the mop and bucket and clean.
Close your eyes, count to ten and
Hope the wound heals on its own.
Misty eyed and uncertain, I go forward
And spill lies to any questions
About my wellbeing and they all
Believe me, so sad is this occasion.
I've lost the meaning of honesty,
I let the heart continue its wenching.
I pretend I was never so upset.
I keep pretending, even when the anguish spreads.
January 1, 2009
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Painted anguish
Painted anguish
