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Can't find an explanation to destroy the ruins left behind,
Those of a dissapointed love and a love fallen for another...
The ruins that soil and filthe my heart and leave new answers and hope to which new flowers of optimism can grow...
That night I wanted to commit suicide for what "she" told me but now my mind won't allow me to recall. I looked at a picture of the one "she" had fallen for and thought what does he have that I don't? A car? Short Distance? Whatever he's got doesn't compare to what I had been giving.
So now I turn the page of the book of life past the tattered pages, past the ruins, to a fresh page, with no writing to read...
It's in my profile and tells how the story ends for those in my head for those who would wish to know... I thought for fun I could make it sound like a poetic story... Enjoi
Those of a dissapointed love and a love fallen for another...
The ruins that soil and filthe my heart and leave new answers and hope to which new flowers of optimism can grow...
That night I wanted to commit suicide for what "she" told me but now my mind won't allow me to recall. I looked at a picture of the one "she" had fallen for and thought what does he have that I don't? A car? Short Distance? Whatever he's got doesn't compare to what I had been giving.
So now I turn the page of the book of life past the tattered pages, past the ruins, to a fresh page, with no writing to read...
It's in my profile and tells how the story ends for those in my head for those who would wish to know... I thought for fun I could make it sound like a poetic story... Enjoi