wink wink nudge nudge.

In the shadows of my brow, you can see my tears. No one laughs when I get upset and cry my heart out.

we've got some bad news sir.

I think that all god really calls us to do is to give him credit for what he's done. He doesn't ask us to spend our days praising him. He's not that vain. He doesn't ask us to be perfect-- remember he's omnicient.

Maybe I've made up my own god. But I assure you this, the one I know isn't like the one that you've told me you mimic.

He's more like the group of low-lives at a bar who raise money for a friend who's house burnt down.

Are you sorry now, that you hurt me. That I am happy with out you, kind of. That I have my own skin and life without you.

I loved you first. beneath my heart cry laid my smile. You were there holding your breath- afraid I'd love you less if you treated me how you should have.

nestled in your soul, I will be a thorn in the crease of your hands. Beneath it all.

It's just faded memories of optimism. You told me I was yours but it meant nothing and still does not. Does she make our heart beat hard, I know it is mine to lose.

I wink because you have no idea.

Promise me like before you walked out the door.