rivers of clay

you'll never know,
where you are with me.

you'll never know
what i really think.

and all the while,
ill be gurgling conversation
and confidances; so it'll take a while to sink in
that I never really say anything ...

and now i'm burnt because
i reached out to touch you.
and now i'm broken bcz i flew against the pane;
again.

now there's just a new pain.

its deja vu:
i've been here too.
the hurting dulls and passes;
the bitter taste, of dirt and guilt
takes root and only grows.

as i watch ur figure fade, in my head,
as i walk away,
i just hope this ones the last
there's only so much leaving i can take