• I never do what I should.
    Does that mean I do everything Wrong?

    I tell those who ask
    "Oh yes, I am very self-destructive."
    After all, I'm only hurting myself.
    And those I have the opportunity to save.

    I figure if one were to taste me,
    I would taste like panic.
    No one knows what that means
    But that's how I like it.

    I want to throw myself in front of a car
    For you. Does that make me Suicidal?

    I don't tell those who have never asked,
    "Oh yes, all of my smiles are real."
    But somehow always appear
    To lead them to it.

    I believe if feelings had looks
    And my legs had a view,
    They would resemble fear.
    No one knows what that means either.

    I'm just waiting to get to the end so I can say,
    With a Brave Smile, "Ah well, too late now!"