Open me completely,
Spill my guts on the floor.
With the hope that you'll help me pick up the pieces
And reconstruct what once was.
Because you are the force that holds me together.
Not this time.
Instead you kicked and trod through the truth laid before you,
Crushing each admission beneth your boot.
Adding insult to injury you strolled away.
Looking back distastefully with only one thought;
Someone should clean up that mess.

Julie -March 20, 1999




Dusty Shelf
A Toast
Contempt
Tonight
Advice To An Old Flame
I Want It Back
Crash
Grim Prospects
Make Me Feel
Nature Gets It's Way
Oxymoron
Key To My Heart
Tread Carefully
Once
Slice
Nothing Behind The Mask
What A Waste
Traitorous Feelings
Echoes
Change
A Dare
Why I Drink On The Job
Anacronym Of Pain
It Creeps Up On You
I Wait
All Gone
Too Many Mistakes
I'm Really Alright
Leave Me Alone
Passing Me By
The Lie Is Easier
What A Mess
Stolen
The End
Broken
Have You Looked
Think Twice
Forever
Just Out Of Reach
A Cynics View On Bartending
On Surviving
What If














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