Face it, face it, face it
I'm a chalkboard that's been erased too fast
Little scratches of chalk left behind here and there
What did the chalkboard say?
Were they things too terrible to know?
Every day I go through the same things
Raise the ante
Go a little farther
Face it, face it, face it
And I remember and remember and remember
And I place the memories on the table
Like tiny jigsaw pieces
Hoping for the full picture someday
Legs
3-5-03@12:42 a.m.