My wit is making quite a show
But you don't even want to know,
Don't want to see, to hear me weep -
So your awareness falls asleep.
No more I nourish any hope -
For when I try, you make me stop,
For when I speak, you shut your ears -
I will not bother you with tears.
I am no burden anymore,
If I had been that once before
And to myself I'll always keep
What grips so tight, what lies so deep.
No, don't explain - I'll understand
And I will always be at hand
When nothing better is achieved,
On starless night, on lonely eve.
My Wit is Making Quite a Show
© Copyright: Celena Costello, 2002
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