i am the recut
of a thousand souls I've touched too long,
who've held onto me and made me fall,
and cared for me and pushed me long.
I have hurt and worried and pained them all
and all they do is care.
why do they care wheni don't?
when he means more to me than they do, anyway?
it shouldn't be like this, but it is.
and you know, this is how i'm happiest.
they aren't andi don't care.
I will destroy them all
and never lay an unfriendly hand on him,
who caused me to hate them all.
and the chances of changing my mind are slim.
I will recut every hand they offer me.

Dec. 2003 - Feb. 2004