wrapped up tight
held in my confusion
lying awake
needing an answer
to all of the questions
quietly spoken
never knowing
the rhyme or reason
of time
that may be torn apart
broken to pieces
no bond can hold
shattered for all to see
and I have to believe its me
always me
run to me away from me
different names all the same
excuses for the pain
bleeding
knowing
fighting
the way it should be
and its me
just me