UNTITLED

um.....here's one for the little punk

I hope when you sleep
Thoughts of me haunt you
And when you lie awake
These wicked eyes taunt you
When all your clever remarks
No longer effect me
And you realize too late
That you no longer infect me
Though I guess I have to have you
Before you twist and break me
Or so you would think and yet
Your eyes continue to take me
Every time you walk away
I get a little hurt and confused
Just a casual encounter
Yet I feel a little bit used
When everybody’s saying
It’s just a matter of time
They know your lookin at me
And soon you’ll be mine
I get this knotted sort of feeling
That your slipping away
And no matter what I do
I couldn’t make you stay
Would it be so terribly wrong
If I prayed and I cried
Then opened up my bottled thoughts
And let you inside
Could you actually walk away?
Would I have any effect one you?
Could I save a hundred broken hearts?
Could I really get through?