Bleed Oxygen

Bleed;

Only when cut,

Only when scarred.

And, keep your opinions to yourself, dear.

There is no one here to listen,

And the walls are bored.

Keep your tears

Stored in a box.

Underneath the carpet.

Swept away like trash.

You've got no reason to be feeling down, girl.

With all your tomorrows

Just like your last.



June '02

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