oh if it could be monday morning...

there will be a question soon.

please answer truthfully.

or we will come back at you with knives drawn.


like thinking yourself your harshest critic.

until you hear what your friends said behind your back...

now its time...

look away!

turn the other cheek,

they will stare at you,

they will know you,

and your soul will be theirs.

and mine.

once again.

there is nothing here for you turn around