"the mountain, the mountain, came to recognize its deep and rocky sides," -Feist

my lips speak words you never hear
my eyes say things you'll never understand
you move too fast, you don't really care

i think too much
i don't think enough
there's no balance, no in-between
i'm left with guilt too thick

and you, you only see it in your despair
it's always the past.
tell me, what is the point of being guilty about the past?
you cannot change it. i cannot change it.
it is done. over. let it go.

never the present.
never the future.
always, "oh, how great things were then."
what the heck are we supposed to do with that?

this business we have, i'm giving giving giving
you are taking taking taking
it never reverses itself.
i am not a bottomless pit, sorry.
much as i try to be, much as i strive to be, i have found it completely impossible.
give me something back now, please. so i can continue to stick around.