I cant compete for you
All I do is compare them to you
and it is not fair
to you
really.
Am I forever to be broken
to find everything incomplete
as incomplete as I am without you
Come back and lay me to rest
Come back and make me forget
Come back and let my mind stop
Stop wandering where you are
Its not good for me
to think of you like I do
You will never be here
I can never be there
Unless God is cruel
He would not bring you back
to taunt me, to tease me
All I want you to do is take what you gave
and leave me
Come back and lay me to rest
Come back and make me forget
Come back and let my mind stop
Stop wandering where you are
Its not use crying about anyone. Because no one will ever be there. No one will ever fight for me. And when I fight for myself I feel lost, and pathetic. I dont feel like the Danita I miss. I wish I could forget these attractions I have to men but you know, I cant. I like men and I get involved with them and it just all turns to shit.
I dont believe everyone has it easier than me, im not retarded. I would just you know, like to like someone and when they like me actually GO somewhere with it.
I always wait for them. Is that my downfall? Should I bottle these things up and explode them in a torrent of words, far fetched and imagineray to be read by millions.
Is all this heartache, confusion and pain just the beggining of an illustrious career?
Sometimes, when I get so frustrated I come and I just write poetry until I cant see the screen, until my hands are soggy and the sunrise is calling me.
But I just cant tonight.
and it is not fair
to you
really.
Am I forever to be broken
to find everything incomplete
as incomplete as I am without you
Come back and lay me to rest
Come back and make me forget
Come back and let my mind stop
Stop wandering where you are
Its not good for me
to think of you like I do
You will never be here
I can never be there
Unless God is cruel
He would not bring you back
to taunt me, to tease me
All I want you to do is take what you gave
and leave me
Come back and lay me to rest
Come back and make me forget
Come back and let my mind stop
Stop wandering where you are
Its not use crying about anyone. Because no one will ever be there. No one will ever fight for me. And when I fight for myself I feel lost, and pathetic. I dont feel like the Danita I miss. I wish I could forget these attractions I have to men but you know, I cant. I like men and I get involved with them and it just all turns to shit.
I dont believe everyone has it easier than me, im not retarded. I would just you know, like to like someone and when they like me actually GO somewhere with it.
I always wait for them. Is that my downfall? Should I bottle these things up and explode them in a torrent of words, far fetched and imagineray to be read by millions.
Is all this heartache, confusion and pain just the beggining of an illustrious career?
Sometimes, when I get so frustrated I come and I just write poetry until I cant see the screen, until my hands are soggy and the sunrise is calling me.
But I just cant tonight.