it's my suicide
all of it
I'm resented for truth
I can't deny,
(whatever I said)
(She's sitting next to me, now)
my fate is sitting next to me
the one I love more than the world
and if she wants to fuck me up
or if she wants to let me fuck her up,
I suppose I'll let her
her pain is mine
(But what's it all worth?)
I'm not sure what I'm trying to say or do
but she's with me
I don't know what she's trying to say or do
(But she's with me)
How much?
How much is she with me?
Or with and against at the same time?
(I look into her eyes - what do I see?)
It's all the same
I guess...
- Nov. 19,1983, A.D.
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