By nikki
Date: 29 November 2000

It Can't Be Helped

you wrap me up in shiny paper
and tie a big red bow
to keep me close
but i know i told you
that red isn’t my color
and these days my
words cut like a knife
so easily freeing me 
from any consequences
of my ill-planned affairs
it can’t be helped though
you knew i was psychotic

i took their advice
and hopped up on that pedestal
never realizing that
from such a distance
the hurt in my eyes
couldn’t be seen
and any attempt to fall
back to reality
would be misconstrued
in every way possible
it can’t be helped though
it’s my own damn fault

i love him
i love him not
but i really lust him
and he is too damn cute
he’s an asshole
but I’m a rug
so walk all over me
and throw me out
when i am too damn worn
to be noticeable
it can’t be helped
when the heart has been 
sucked out of you

my head spins
the light growing dim
my name is called
but where is it coming from
hands reach out to save me
while i flail wildly
trying to escape
it can’t be helped though
sometimes it’s best
to recognize that
and move on to the next
soul that needs saving

NL 11/28/00