Ancient Pact (or somewhat ancient)
So when we were both little
Smaller hands
Smaller feet
Less to worry about
Less to fear
We said some things
We still hold each other too
And then there are other things
We probably shouldn't.
One pact we said was forever
Is the one that I am questioning the most.
If you die, I die
It was so simple
It seemed so real
Because without you
Who would I be?
Who would you be
Without me?
So,
We said these things
Planned them out.
Then got older
Things faded out.
But then
As full grown adults
We sit like children
Round the old kitchen table
Playing card games of old
Re-kindling the flames of our roaring youth
And this pact that we made
Comes right back up.
As adults we are lost,
Feeling alone
Maybe we should have grown up more
Maybe we just didn't learn enough
But here we sit.
Knowing a birthday is coming up
And knowing what each other wants
Is to finally complete the pact
Because then all is over
All is done
And neither of us has to worry about the other
For we will forever be together
The way it's been planned for years.
So the packages we will be opening
Will be filled with blackness.
The pretty package
That we bring each other
On the day that our lives began
Will be filled with the end
The end of our pains,
The end of our troubles,
But never the end of our life together.
Ok so I might not be sane, this might not make anyone feel any better about thier lives. I am not sure it does for me. All I know is it came out the way it did, possibly because of the past few days, weeks, years (whatever) that I have gone through. If you like it, thats good if you don't then you might not understand.
Smaller hands
Smaller feet
Less to worry about
Less to fear
We said some things
We still hold each other too
And then there are other things
We probably shouldn't.
One pact we said was forever
Is the one that I am questioning the most.
If you die, I die
It was so simple
It seemed so real
Because without you
Who would I be?
Who would you be
Without me?
So,
We said these things
Planned them out.
Then got older
Things faded out.
But then
As full grown adults
We sit like children
Round the old kitchen table
Playing card games of old
Re-kindling the flames of our roaring youth
And this pact that we made
Comes right back up.
As adults we are lost,
Feeling alone
Maybe we should have grown up more
Maybe we just didn't learn enough
But here we sit.
Knowing a birthday is coming up
And knowing what each other wants
Is to finally complete the pact
Because then all is over
All is done
And neither of us has to worry about the other
For we will forever be together
The way it's been planned for years.
So the packages we will be opening
Will be filled with blackness.
The pretty package
That we bring each other
On the day that our lives began
Will be filled with the end
The end of our pains,
The end of our troubles,
But never the end of our life together.
Ok so I might not be sane, this might not make anyone feel any better about thier lives. I am not sure it does for me. All I know is it came out the way it did, possibly because of the past few days, weeks, years (whatever) that I have gone through. If you like it, thats good if you don't then you might not understand.