I think you know,
What I am getting at,
All this time I tried to grow,
Now all the time you're regretting that.
I wish I could stand,
On my feet and never budge,
I try to hold your hand,
But you'd rather hold your grudge.
You keep the bad breath,
Why can't we just forget?
What do I have left,
When I lost my hope at drift?
The scars will always remind me,
The regrets of my every day,
My world is hanging on threads I can't see,
When you peeled out and drove away.
Drowning in the ocean of my dreams,
The one filled with tears I created,
Where the stitches are stripped at the seams,
So far from emancipated.
Every time I end up here,
Holding each other face to face,
Could this be the final my dear,
Could this be our last embrace?
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