2.07.2008

sunday's best is my worst.

whisper in my ear
words with meaning i long to hear
of life
and being alive

i finally grew up in my own
the demons are still there
taunting me on
but i have no use for them

you can pray to god or you can pray to saints
i guess they're all, just the same
at least you're trying
to make sense of it

someday i hope to figure out
just what the hell this world's about
then i'll tell you
then i'll tell you

sunday's best is my worst.

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