Everything I dont want to be- common place. like you. a common place word. your a bitch. the only thing to appriciate... I cant give up on something that I've trusted for years when you put it on the line- and when you asked me... I was sick. or more told- like it's not right by you for me to be happy. What else do I need from you? I've sold my luxury up and down this mountain. and you've always been the highest price to pay. I dreamt the most beautiful poetry... now I forget to write it down- when I see you sell yourself, and tag your work priceless- as if everyone else sees it as godliness. your ideas are shot. and well... like I said, it makes me sick. your fabrications... how gorgeous you think you are, is all you have to tell. I guess I'm just not good enough- for your luxury. and Im the last person who has the right to say something. Im the last person you would let change you, seeing as how we're closest... you dont have to listen...? I tip toe around you everyday, and theres so much I dont tell you. Because your so easily set off. Because you think you know me... and you think I let you close enough to dictate my life. you think my loves care for you as much as you think its hip to know them. You know I want to care. Hell, everyone wants to care. and you think that gives you reason to be who you are. your simply not happy enough about life.. and thats a lot to say from me. I've always been down... and out... what the hell do you really think your here for?