you fucked up my life
or did you?
as time keeps in current course, it's changing. as words fail, emotion prevails. in a moment i am lost, completely in how i thought my life was going to be, i'll work through it, move past it, and accept it, as always. could i convey disappointment as it conquers my mind and soul so entirely i find it hard to find faith in others, just because all previous promises have been broken?
i'm ready to make a deal with the devil for some god-given salvation
razors graze my skin, and tease. foreplay to a depression taking over and destroying everything in its path, this is my war, you against my heart, made no violations to your own, and you are a lawbreaker, and breaker of all things underneath your fun disguise.
i am ready to dive, eyes open, so that i can all see all the damage on the way down, the black lumps that belong to your, malignent cells duplicating and reproducing, and i should pick up the phone to get another dose of my medicine, but she's gonna wonder what's wrong, cause by now i'm supposed to be strong, time was the active factor in the cure, or was that not so?
if you think you get to get away, with what you did to her done to me, you are very wrong, and this is game over, out of loose change, and i'm losing change, complemtapling you. if i feel for you i have have failed, game over, you lost.
now moving on.
i'm quite worried about my new job, something about the times, and i need so much of it for myself, (go to hell), and there are many things in my concern, but happiness is something that's not deductable to words, thank you for my misery, and the context in which to write, these sorry lines, old and over used.
you used me.
to get along, and now to move along, with rags of where is used to be, thrown on the park floor, you make me see myself, like the old imagine of a decaying cat in the grass, i remember from the days, where youth had lost it's fun, and the hundreds of maggots served as a reality check, that childhood was over, and what i witnessing, was really, all that i had left to look foward to.
i'm leaving you again, like i should have done to begin with, my fingers don't ache for your touch, they point at my wrist, and point out, your time has for so long run out, and with my other hand i signal, to everything other than you, and scream "that's what it's about!!!"
and this place is far away from you'>
gotta go to school, gotta get the dough, gotta read the book, gotta call my girl, gotta call the job, gotta go and train, gotta go get paid, gotta pay the way, for my baby to come this way, gotta study, gotta take that test, gotta clean my room, clean the rest of my house, gotta write my letters, gotta scan these pics, gotta shower, gotta rock new shoes, gotta get it together, gotta talk to my star, gotta make the time, gotta save, gotta pay the bills, gotta return i love you's, gotta love my girl, got no time for you.
as time keeps in current course, it's changing. as words fail, emotion prevails. in a moment i am lost, completely in how i thought my life was going to be, i'll work through it, move past it, and accept it, as always. could i convey disappointment as it conquers my mind and soul so entirely i find it hard to find faith in others, just because all previous promises have been broken?
i'm ready to make a deal with the devil for some god-given salvation
razors graze my skin, and tease. foreplay to a depression taking over and destroying everything in its path, this is my war, you against my heart, made no violations to your own, and you are a lawbreaker, and breaker of all things underneath your fun disguise.
i am ready to dive, eyes open, so that i can all see all the damage on the way down, the black lumps that belong to your, malignent cells duplicating and reproducing, and i should pick up the phone to get another dose of my medicine, but she's gonna wonder what's wrong, cause by now i'm supposed to be strong, time was the active factor in the cure, or was that not so?
if you think you get to get away, with what you did to her done to me, you are very wrong, and this is game over, out of loose change, and i'm losing change, complemtapling you. if i feel for you i have have failed, game over, you lost.
now moving on.
i'm quite worried about my new job, something about the times, and i need so much of it for myself, (go to hell), and there are many things in my concern, but happiness is something that's not deductable to words, thank you for my misery, and the context in which to write, these sorry lines, old and over used.
you used me.
to get along, and now to move along, with rags of where is used to be, thrown on the park floor, you make me see myself, like the old imagine of a decaying cat in the grass, i remember from the days, where youth had lost it's fun, and the hundreds of maggots served as a reality check, that childhood was over, and what i witnessing, was really, all that i had left to look foward to.
i'm leaving you again, like i should have done to begin with, my fingers don't ache for your touch, they point at my wrist, and point out, your time has for so long run out, and with my other hand i signal, to everything other than you, and scream "that's what it's about!!!"
and this place is far away from you'>
gotta go to school, gotta get the dough, gotta read the book, gotta call my girl, gotta call the job, gotta go and train, gotta go get paid, gotta pay the way, for my baby to come this way, gotta study, gotta take that test, gotta clean my room, clean the rest of my house, gotta write my letters, gotta scan these pics, gotta shower, gotta rock new shoes, gotta get it together, gotta talk to my star, gotta make the time, gotta save, gotta pay the bills, gotta return i love you's, gotta love my girl, got no time for you.