i was stupid, for giving you the benefit of the doubt.
turned out that you were someone, we were better off without.
& all along. i thought you had good intentions, but my suspicians were all wrong.

and none of your motives,
were at all kind, i was so naive to believe in you,
guess i just wanted to. look at you with blind eyes.
i must have been out of my mind. guess i was just hoping,
that there was something more to find. behind those sunken eyes.
but oh well, , what the hell, whatever, nevermind.

next time you choose to critasize,
i hope you  think aboutwhat you say,
im not the dumb one, you ****,
i believed in you, i was the only one. and you made me walk away.

me and you,
we're sisters,
in more ways than one,
though, no one would would ever know.
when all is said and done.

maybe it was all of the damage,
that made everything so hard to manage.
& made it so easy for me to run.

sorry, it's not easy for me to forgive you,
and to have a better relationship with you,
but i love you deep down inside,
andwe've both made alot of mistakes through the years,
but i know that you tried.

maybe someday,
we'l be, just like the sisters on tv,
and you'l call me just to see how i am,
and we'l be closser you and me,
just like jackie and roseanne.

you're aching, and tragicly breaking.
living your life in dispair.
your praying, and you're waiting,
for someone who doesnt care,
he was never really there.

you're burning, and you're yearning,
for him to come through,
stop wasting all your time on him,
and just start loving you.

they say that theres no place like home,
but i have never felt more terrified or alone.

if i could find a deserted island,
and bring my lover with me,
bathe in the ocean, and live off of
the fishes in the sea,
i would, leave this place for good,
if only i could.

i dont believe i would even
need the ciggarettes and coffee then.
but oh,where do i begin?
the madness never ends.

if only i could escape
the drugs,
the hate,
and all of the chaos that you create.

i never wanted this war that you started,
i just wanted to feel safe,
but that seems impossible in this god forsaken place,
ran by drugs, wannabe thugs, & toxic wastes of space.

if i speak about the way i sometimes feel,
then everything becomes too real.

they say i have to deal,
if i ever want to heal,
but i know that it doesnt matter,
i never really will.

its the guilt,
the pain,
and the shame,
that make me want to run

its the aching
the breaking down, and the blame, i may never overcome