i swear i'd do anything,

and these tears are falling, not because of what i have done because of what i continue to do-

how many times, how many circumstances will approach that do invite me to share myself-
no, not share, give

how many times will i lose myself for someone's music, their feel,
their philosophies of pain

/Nietzsche and Kierkegaard continuously fight for my soul/

"My words will tear new scars where the old ones used to end.
Will you be wounded again and do you remember?"

i live and learn, and don't learn.

all will be well, but God help me-
these scars will not heal,
they continue to break and glow
and the nerves are raw...