Not really about the drugs;
All about deep inside;
My see is sawing;
I need level;
The drugs just make
It equal for me.
The wine makes me real.
Sometimes its too much.
My taste for life is
the problem.
I like it full with a bite.
It bites back.
The drugs just regulate.
My problem is deep inside.
I like a party edge.

Not my label to be shared;
Sometimes it's just wrong;
Pushing me into a corner.
Is it because you are the one?
Tired of you throwing
It on me as if I own it.
Take back your burden.
Empty my path.
I won't claim the name.
Just a mere woman.
But a fate to be lived.
Without a misnomer.

Met her in a place
Where no one wants to be.
People find it warm for winter.
Leave again in spring.
Said she took her meds.
Her family was important.
Paul McCartney wed her cousin.
The pretty was falling from her features.
The care had long gone.
Was an Eastman.
So much said on film.
Needed a cigarette
Lost from her family.
Tell them where she is.
Doing better now.
Said she always took her meds.

Glistening with truth.
Reflections in your eyes
Of dreams unshared.
Never thought to hide
what was reflected
clearly like a camera
in a mirror.
Thought it was a moment
caught with special care.
But it was a moment shared
with reckless naivete.
Youth doesn't understand
what the world so easily sees.
Stop the false, don't pose with me.

Made my world ring
With love;
Showed me the worth;
So miss your smile.

Draped with the knowledge
That it is coming to an end;
Dipping beneath the glowing
Gaze that follows me.
Want to shake loose
and wriggle free.
Take off.
Take your chips.
Give me mine.
Games over.
No more tiny slices.
No more twisting knots.
Take off.
Love someone else.
Leave me be.
No feelings left.
Just bitter taste.
Spit it out.
Take off.

No schedule.
Just long walks.
My own thoughts.
Not the nuisance
Of responsibilities.
No hungry questions
With no easy answers.
No one pulling at me
With their plans.
Freedom to be
My inner self.
Prayers of repair.
Filling an empty soul.
Lonely healing
So very much needed.