After much time has passed
And many relationships dissolved
I have deduced
That it is all my fault
I have always wanted it
Wanted them to go
But that I was never prepared for it
Was a thing I did not know
The idea was nice
To be with others
Much more beautiful and strong
But when I thought
I could handle it
I was very wrong
I am not strong
I am quite weak
That has proven to be true
And everything
With all of this
I don't know what to do
I could sit here speaking this
Till all my days do pass
Still nothing
Would be made from it
Except my shattered glass
I've got to get away from here
I've got to run so free
I've got to get away from here
They're looking down on me
I've got to get away from here
Now all my scars do show
I've got to get away from here
To where I do not know
Sunday, November 12, 2006
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