Feb 08, 2006 21:08
I wrote this today, but its not for you, you asked too much, you pushed to far, so now i write this poem while im driving in my car, it was always a question left unanswered, another riddle in a pile of lies, pages upon pages feelings, time and time again where my heart died, but did it matter, i think not, you didnt even say goodbye i guess you forgot, this isnt an angry song but i guess the truth might hurt, kinda like ripping off your own arm and smashign your face into the dirt, the pain i felt for you just made me want to die, i couldnt explain if i wanted to but i guess i have to try, to me you are a dagger, IM covered in thousands of cuts and i know its not my fault, but as i lay here bleeding you just pour on some salt. I guess that kinda sums it up, i wont take any more of your time, i wont make you wait for an eternity, or break your heart like you did mine, so whats left to say, hell i dont know, im staring at a crossroads not sure which way to go, one ways full of sun so filled with fun and happiness, all i have to do is die, but then there is the other road, a mixture of black grey and blue, maybe im just inside your heart, its lonely in here too.....