My voice can not speak for itself anymore. 
You take away the things I take for granted and I am never satisfied. 
Could I continue anyway? 
I think not. But I should try right?
(In the end, didn't you always tell me, "try.")

But if you knew me now,
if you felt the way my blood flows differently now, 
how my skull feels in it's deep emotions; 
you would second guess your one word reply.
Oh how you would second guess.

My life is like a glass shattering at the sound of your voice, shattering at the sound of your voice. 
I'll never go back, back to that way. 
Back to that way. 
My personal technology is my benefit. 
So scream it and leave it.
But do not covet these things, 
for they will pass away. 

Take the truth and shine in the dark.

-08.21.03