i didn't think to bring a washcloth or to rub away the dirt.
myself and i, we share this barely beating heart of hurt.
and when the hurt comes, there's an argument,
a fight to save a smile.
a small attack on human tears, to dry them for awhile.
a dream we all should count on - a vision, i believe,
in where confidence is found attached to wires on our sleeves,
where loneliness is history, told to pack his shit and leave,
where guidance is a fortune, told to help in time of need,
where crying isn't secret, it's the art of how we grieve,
and lessons are the key to every goal i will achieve, i will achieve.
Operating System: windows.
MP3 player of choice: ipods.