Arguing with Myself.

I want to lie to myself.

Condemn my soul forever, if I give into his hold.

I want to cry out to you...

But it won't do. I shouldn't be that bold.

Say, if I wash my hands with the rain,

Will I be cleansed of all this pain?

How bout if I soak up all the sun,

Will it warm me up again?

No. I don't think any of that will do.

Rain will only leave me wet and cold.

I'll be worse than before, maybe even sicker.

And the sun, oh that won't do much either.

She'll just burn me up like toast.

I should just stick to hiding beneath my sweater,

Trying to keep warm in this cold, empty room.

Tossing away a mountain of tissues,

I'm glad these cotton puffs soak up most of the tears.

Let go, do let go of all the heartache.

Don't give into anymore nonsense.

Or let yourself break from any fear.

I hope time will do its trick FAST:

Please help me move on from all of this.

Remember what I want:

I deserve only the best.

Now, hurry me on over,

To start a fresh, New Year!

There's no room for heartache,

Or need shed anymore tears.