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I look back over my shoulder and there's nothing there.

You might not know it but I do care.

I don't know what has hurt me more,

your doubt or me not knowing for sure?

Do you mind?

I need a second because it's hard for me to find,

the beginning and the end,

drawn together like a square bend.

We try to move on,

but it seems the desease is terminal and the cure is gone.

I keep on thinking that I'm not suposed to be saying anything,

but who decided that you're the king?

What really makes me the sinner?

and what makes you the winner?

I can't sleep at night,

fighting with my conciousness about what's wrong and right.

We have come so far in life and we ca't always be judged upon what we do,

ad no matter what happens, I won't take the blame to satisfy you.

It may bever be known beyond these pages,

but I'm just so damn tired of having it all put into cages.

Peopole set ethics for us all,

but shant us when we fall.

So if I don't seem sorry, then maybe I'm not or maybe I am,

but either way, I've decided not to give a damn.

Fist I thought my family was all,

that they'd be there at my back and call.

I guessed wrong,

so now, I'll just wave you all so-long,

Why should I walk these streets like I'm about to fail?

Why should I act like I'm in jail,

Hey world, this is me,

and I guess you'll have to accept what you see.

I wont take away your peace of mind, like you did mine.

I wont stop your juding, so let mine be.

I wont criticise, demoralise or victimze.

I'll just be that what you see through your eyes,

because I don't care anymore.

I'm waving goodbye.