Don't stir the storm inside my head
Because I can't understand
Can't comprehend, can't count the separate
Grains of finest sand
I don't know why my feelings
Always seem to contradict
It's past control, it's not like
I can really take my pick
My adolescent indecision
Strives to keep me trapped
Within my mind, within my thoughts
That seem to overlap
So though it takes a wounded heart
A thousand tears to heal
My ego tries to convince me
The pain was never real
Behind shut eyes, behind closed blinds
The cries escape again
As I go back and forth, I wonder
If I'll ever mend
But now my head has fluctuated
The forced and false is true
While you're out hurting someone else
I'm getting over you.
Copyright 2005 Laura Phrasavath
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