games children play

this is really stupid
but i can't change the way i feel
there are too many things inside
i can't even say the words
you think i'm really strange
and you wouldn't even ponder
but that's okay for me
because i know the outcome anyway

so i grabbed the telephone
and i thought i could be cute
but you never got a single word
not that it matters
but when your insides ache
and nothing is everyday
and a single word means torture
i never would have, anyway

i wish i could say it all
but the stranger isn't so strange
i wish i could just stop
the games that children play
outside with a broken neck
maybe i'll attention some awe
but tomorrow everyone forgets
they all do, anyway

and i wish i could feel something
something to make this real
but when your eyes are closed
all you see is nothing

-winston campbell-