::Letter's to Lila::

Dec 16, 2002 19:20

you better not sleep with me tonight
i might not hold you as tight
as i wish i could
or thought i would
since we left one other
i feel as if i am just a bother
ever since we parted
this fever has started
when i was bleeding
your pride kept on feeding
me the virus to keep me ill
to lose touch, to lose my will
to keep the anger supressed
and my heart fully dressed

untouched your vain
this child's on a train
to the middle of the field
where i was once killed
by the curiosity of maturity
and the sobriety of principle...

you only think about yourself
and you touch me as always
with a sour after taste
which you now leave behind
a memory to remind
a constant provider
about the frailty inside her
this girl you betrayed
a stage to be played
a mask to be worn
innocence to be torn

i am through with this silly game
of who is who and who is to blame
i am through with this match
of apathetic outburst
wish you'd listen to how much it hurts this boy
who only smiles for you
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