July 13th, 1998
Do you even really care?
You say you do
but when I try to explain the way I feel
I only get alien stares and empty cliches
and then you get angry
when I don't accept them.
How am I supposed to take comfort
in answers that are born before they are conceived?
How can I believe you want to understand
when our talking makes me dizzy?
I don't really want to believe it's over
but to change things would take an act of a God
who I've already figured out doesn't care.