your marilyn
mixing you all up
in my pain
no, i don't want to be
your marilyn
clinging to you
when it all
comes down
i want to be the one
who'll listen to you
all night
not with all the
answers,
but just the right
questions
to guide you back home
but i can't help you
with the torment
still inside
i can't support you
with the hell
all around me
i have to stop
and grow
myself
before i can
turn loving eyes
to you
before
i can understand
the dark side
of you
(truth)
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