Dec 18, 2005 00:26
When she started to dwell on the past
she always saw she have been alone
and she had liked it.
so when you called she strainned her revoltion
and pretended to listen
as you forgot the words to your speech.
you came unprepared,
unprotected, and not ready.
she didn't pity you really.
the warnings were already there.
you should have seen them
but your eyes remainned closed.
when we kissed, we you sang, when you held my hands in the car.
The truth is
I'm scared for you, I'm scared for your heart, your mind, your soul, your spirit.
I'd rather not be the one to break it
all to pieces
I'd rather not be the one who threw it all
in the trash
I dont want to be the on
The one who is your penitence
the one who is responsible for your debacle.