Here I go again
With all my memories
of you
How stupid can I be,
Knowing everything
you do?
Compassionless,
without a soul
Do you even bleed?
Sitting around like
some kind of god,
Too damned good to
need.
I keep telling myself
you’re not that great
And that I do
believe.
But why can’t I
escape your face
Or your wicked
spineless deed?
You drained away my
sanity,
You broke my bleeding
heart.
You read my thoughts
all too well
And tore my dreams
apart.
With all of this kept
in your mind
Can you answer me a
riddle?
What would make me
cling to you
And your false
truths, so brittle?
Someday we’ll be dust
in the wind
And then I will be
free
Of all the things you’ll
never do,
Of all you’ve done to
me.
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