last night... everything was just weird. amazingly fun. hah, but still weird i don't know what to think right now, at all. gosh, boys ruin everything. she's looking in the mirror she's fixing her hair and I touch my head to feel what isn't there she's humming a melody we learned in grade school she's so happy and I think this is not cool 'cause I know the guy she's been talking about I have met him before and I think what is this beautiful beautiful woman settling for? she bends her breath when she talks to him I can see her features begin to blur as she pours herself into the mold he made for her and for everything he does she has a way to rationalize she says he don't mean what he do she tells me he called to apologize he says he loves her he says he's changing and he can keep her warm and so she sits there like america suffering through slow reform but she'll never get back the time and the years sneak by one by one she is still playing the martyr I am still praying for revloution and she still doesn't have what she deserves but she wakes up smiling every day she never really expected more that's just not the way we are raised and I say to her, you know, there's plenty of really great men out there but she doesn't hear me she's looking in the mirror she's fixing her hair i think i hate him with everything i have. if not, its just the opposite. neither feeling fits the situation.