It's TIME.

It's about time that I stepped over...
thought over...
got over...

the scattered photographs on my bedroom floor;


those smiles that we've left behind and come to forget.
It's time I erase from my mind the time we met.

And I'll leave you there behind me...to find the truth in the myth.
Soaking in the tears that, with time, I've become aquainted with.

All you've known is yourself...
So take "you" elsewhere...take you and your ego...
Take your ugly self-admiration,
your worthless self-worth,
your unsatisfying self-satisfaction.

Because I've kicked that can a long time ago.


Confused doors painted in the colour of "men",
your arms know not when to open.
And time after time,

They forget how many times they've let in the "however many-many" people
and untrustworthy as they always are...
always were,


they forget the how many many umm-teen times they've closed in MY face.

You don't know why I ride this stormy cloud.
But it's about time you found out.
So take the time to take some time and realize that we're running out of time by playing this foolish game called, "L o v e."