Oct 12, 2005 16:19
I should be doing something,
but instead I'm decaying;
fabricating another foolish lie,
wishing there was more inside;
now I'm pressing a life I do not know,
talking to the people who saw me as a shadow;
everyone moment seems just like the last,
a half hearted attempt to be arbitrary;
With a breath I slip in my own foolish pride,
and it seems my morals have gone and died;
I stand now as a empty shell of what use to be,
someone whos just a momemory.
I guess you could say,
I'm just a past tense me.