These words that I whisper,
those songs that I sing
after you're gone they don't mean anything.
just hollow echoes of a time long past.
what i wouldn't give to relive the joys,
take back the curses and undo the wrongs,
but you cant go back, no matter how hard you try.
it must be my nature, to take something so perfect
and allow my mind to twist it, distort the facts and the truths
into something that resembles nothing of the original situation
but something much darker, where I am the victim.
The only person I am a victim of, is myself.
caught in my own twisted reality.
that my accusations only seem to make come true.
but, sadly, i must admit...
I cannot live my life,
without you.















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