i could try to count the times that i've been through this in my mind, but i'm running out of fingers and i don't have that much time ---- i cant reason with you i speak words you can't hear social conditioning left you with deafened ears so i take your face in hand see that look in your eyes that rigormortis stare, that look that i despise and so i turn from you i walk these streets alone alone i search for truth ideal that you've disowned and wait with fingers crossed and pray you'll someday find a way to see things though your own eyes write me off. thank you.. for caring.