Erin Weiler
17 February 2004
My chest tightens – my heart races
And my anger grows
‘Cause I have to use words
He already knows.
Why do I hone nothing new
Nothing better – just me
While his life was once full
And all I can offer is simple.
His world so different
And I want it so bad
Just for a moment
To experience what he had.
So maybe we’d be closer
And I understand
His precious mind, better than I
To get the answer to why.
That fuckin’ mystery growing.
When he tries to let me in
I feel like an outsider
To really knowing him.