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[ ultimatum ] brace yourself: it starts again when you walk through that door. another night of wasted time. another chance to be ignored. but it's come time you've run out of change to buy the lies you held so dear. you close your eyes, only to find that you've already dissapeared. i'm sorry. i could have stopped it but i didn't. i just stepped back, detante. i'm sorry. forgive me. the same old thing has a nice ring to it and so it goes: another set of regrets, the same old songs on the stereo. a welcome chance to drown your sorrows presents itself, you take it up. she makes her rounds, it's astounding to see how quickly she's given up. i'm sorry. it never should have come to this. i wish i'd never brought you to this place. i'm sorry. forgive me. the tension burns. she drives the knife in and turns. the ultimatum. put down the phone and run as fast as you can, don't look back. i'm sorry. you did nothing to deserve this pain. it's not your fault. i'm sorry. all writings (c) cydne zabel 1996-2002, all rights reserved |