Mar 07, 2006 00:15
I wrote this somehow
I cant remember when
I don't remember where
For who is for the life of me
It was a man who lived
and breathed
and It wasn't a feeling I knew
I shouldn't talk about the dead in
A negative tounge
But the way I carried on
I murdered this person
In the light of a recent fire
I was warmed by the bodies heat
After there was a freezing chill
I layed down and sung to him
even though he didnt listen
I persisted anyway
and I sung about life
What it means
Who it hates
and he was silent with life
How it felt
What it takes
And I took, but I felt
That it wasn't my fault
Yes I took
But I fell
and this is how I deal with my fall
I take
And if I have to steal to see a change
Then know that I will take away