ONE PERSON'S PASSION IS ANOTHER'S PERVERSION... THE EXTREMES OF INTIMATE EXPERIENCE ARE WITHOUT LIMITS ONE PERSON'S FICTION IS ANOTHER PERSON'S EXPERIENCE SO BEWARE FOR ANYTHING GOES HERE - YES, ANYTHING THAT WHICH SHOCKS YOU MOST IS BORN OF YOUR OWN FEAR - BUT CAN YOU FACE YOUR FEAR? OR DO YOU JUST HIDE BEHIND POPULAR JUDGMENT LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE? and there you are |
so resolute in your self-indulgence you substitute cake for compassion ice cream for love and you wonder why you do not find the love you dream of you want more love than you're willing to give yourself so how do you expect to get it from anyone else you confuse your need with your real desire you sit and deny that you are a liar but you only fool yourself when you want to somewhere deep inside you you know you are afraid to let go and every pound you put on is a victim of your insecure rendevous with your secret self-destruction and pretend we don't have a clue as to how it happens or why you're alone have another cupcake just like a dog with a bone and there you are feeling pathetic in your sweet addiction why don't you reject it? you'd rather be sorry and get sympathy than admit your afraid of responsibility for your own love and care for yourself so how can you get it from somebody else you want your daddy or mommy to come and tell you it's alright to be blind deaf and dumb? and every day you live's a contradiction for you choose to die by your own hand I watch as you consume more poisons and pretend you don't understand just how it happens or why you're alone have another drink/smoke just like a dog with a bone and when you make yourself sick enough to be beyond medicine and you deny you did it just what do you think you will win? what a waste, your foolish game, no wonder you feel so sad and alone when all you have left is self-pity to comfort you on your own and there you are looking so surprised in your dark depression did you open your eyes? did you really believe that you are the only one? what an egocentric choice to give up before you've begun you want more trust than you're willing to give yourself so how do you expect to get it from anyone else you confuse your faith with your real desire you sit and deny that you are on fire but you only fool yourself when you want to somewhere deep inside you you know you are afraid to let go and every moment you waste is a victim of your insecure rendevous with your secret self-destruction and pretend we don't have a clue as to how it happens or why you're alone have another dream lover just like a dog with a bone and there you are All Content � 2008 Candor Communications |