Apr 03, 2004 15:33
Shes soaking wet, crying on the counter.
And though life persuades you,
Your happiness is dieing to live.
A joker, due to the ‘freedom’ opposites
a suicide note written with confidence.
Her words marked with, “I’m gonna get you’s”
theres no coming back to watch them morn you.
Death is laughing in your face.
So hitch a train, flee this life
it’s a downhill slalom, you wont be taking twice.
Her face is gone,
due to the misleading disguise of her pistol’s direction.
She bit the apple
and hit its poison
she’s lonely, alone.
Still deprived of touch
begging for forgiveness
from her last lived life.
The ones around her
swore to stay forever
now a zombie, what happened to friends forever?
She had it all
she had my trust
she had the hands my heart was in.
Crippled by the “trigger”
changed the face of fate.
She an ugly person now and shes
A little too late.
I don’t understand
I was her jack
she was my jill.