You start to talk, but stop yourself chillingly cold..
You think to yourself how this has become too old..
No more happiness to share or times to be well spent..
No more wondering where all the time gone and went..
I know that wishing to change the past is the true sin..
but I'm just here, stuck, wondering where to begin..
I could think that pain is just good for art..
but it's not that easy with a broken heart..
Half a lifetime away in your eyes..
To wonder why you saved this surprise...
I cry and hate myself for being the way I am..
and how now looking back, on how I don't give a damn..
I want to hurt you as bad as you broke me..
since this love was going to someday blind me..
I loved you now, and I loved you forever..
and to let you slip away, never...
You broke my heart like a thousand times before..
and thats why I spit and just call you a whore..
Sure I could just act nice and calm..
and slick the grease onto the palm..
Sure I could sit around and just kiss your ass
and hear my heart shatter like that of deep pane glass..
I always loved thinking to way back when..
Now I'm just left here wondering where to begin..

11/16/2001

Posted on 11/16/2001
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