How Has It Come To?
So this is what it comes to...
Having a definate feeling of unwant,
Among a place of which you once knew of none other.
So this is what it comes to...
A walk on a well traveled path,
which has piercing eyes,
of whom belong to those who were friends.
So this is what it comes to...
Snide remarks between many,
who had not wanted to be caught together.
So this is what it comes to...
A longing pain,
because only you remember how the story was told.
So this is what it comes to...
A hate once dreaded,
is the only fate for you.
So this is what it comes to...
A welcome worn out,
before it has been offered.
So this is what it comes to...
A kiss on the cheek so deadly,
that you hunger for another.
So this is what it comes to...
A growing pain so sharp,
you shrink a little inside.
So this is what it comes to...
A struggle so deep inside you,
you've bloodied your soul.
So this is what it comes to...
A rough divide,
that was never once concidered to have to be crossed.
If this is what it comes to...
Say it to my face,
Not my back as I walk out the door.
-Alright, I know someones bound to say it, "Dude, your breaking your own rules, you said you were only going to post once every two weeks, maybe twice!" well, this was running through my head and I needed to get it down somewheres, and I couldn't find a pencil... ... ...I've tried so hard, for so fucking long, but my mouth stays shut no more. Times like these are the defining moments of our lives, they makes us who we are born to be, and they decide the people that surround us. Its a lonely journey to walk alone, but there are the few who do it, there are a few who bring a partner, and there are a few who drag everyone the fuck along with them. Define me. Or just plain kiss my ass. Out!
Having a definate feeling of unwant,
Among a place of which you once knew of none other.
So this is what it comes to...
A walk on a well traveled path,
which has piercing eyes,
of whom belong to those who were friends.
So this is what it comes to...
Snide remarks between many,
who had not wanted to be caught together.
So this is what it comes to...
A longing pain,
because only you remember how the story was told.
So this is what it comes to...
A hate once dreaded,
is the only fate for you.
So this is what it comes to...
A welcome worn out,
before it has been offered.
So this is what it comes to...
A kiss on the cheek so deadly,
that you hunger for another.
So this is what it comes to...
A growing pain so sharp,
you shrink a little inside.
So this is what it comes to...
A struggle so deep inside you,
you've bloodied your soul.
So this is what it comes to...
A rough divide,
that was never once concidered to have to be crossed.
If this is what it comes to...
Say it to my face,
Not my back as I walk out the door.
-Alright, I know someones bound to say it, "Dude, your breaking your own rules, you said you were only going to post once every two weeks, maybe twice!" well, this was running through my head and I needed to get it down somewheres, and I couldn't find a pencil... ... ...I've tried so hard, for so fucking long, but my mouth stays shut no more. Times like these are the defining moments of our lives, they makes us who we are born to be, and they decide the people that surround us. Its a lonely journey to walk alone, but there are the few who do it, there are a few who bring a partner, and there are a few who drag everyone the fuck along with them. Define me. Or just plain kiss my ass. Out!