Daily
I think of needs
And want the wants
But when it comes down to the simplicity of it all
Its so difficult to just be

So I wind down the clock
Take it back
Fix up the drugs
Give myself the injection
And think about her

I rank on the thoughts
Contemplating it all
The worlds colide
And the wonders keep up the juxtaposition

She says shes not the devil
She does not torture me
But I know the facts
She is just a playboy spinner

I sit quietly in the corner
So when I come up
One day
She'll say hello
In a different kind of way



© 1998 David Greg Harth
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