He doesn't trust me, never has, never will;
If I was locked up in a cage, he wouldn't believe in me still.
Never will my words be good enough, though they hold the truth;
I guess all these years haven't been enough proof.
Falling down in his eyes is all I can do;
Apparently I have to be completely still in mouth, actions, and words for us to make it through.
His happiness is based on something that doesn't exist;
I'm a person worn out from him always getting pissed.
Just keep pushing and thinking what you will;
It's not my fault your accusing tounge hasn't had its fill.
Why do you do this when it's not even needed?
Your contempt for me is derived in your imagination where the bad thoughts about me are seeded.
So I ask if I'm never going to be trustworthy, why are you here?
Do us both a favor; make your insanity disappear!

5/5/04