fear of me

do you ever wonder what they do to the horses
when they die
when they fall and break into many pieces
do you ever wonder how something so simple
can lead one to murder
lead one to never at all be understood
and that's the death of me
from all around

all of what everyone has ever said to me
i don't take it
all of what anyone has ever done for me
i never apologize
i never say thank you
and that can be the end of me
from all around

i look to see where i am in here
left to right and right to left and nowhere in the middle
no where on the one side
no where on the other
not even on the same line

not even on the same line

-winston campbell-