“My Shade”
No matter how many times I walk away
You always come back to suck the life out of me
Like the vampire on a person
And the sun on an icicle
I need to find my garlic, my shade
To protect me from you
From your poisonous venom, your harmful rays
Every time I look you in the eyes
I fall into your trap again
I scratch at the surface
Trying to escape
I need to find my garlic
My shade
I need to get away from you
or you will be the death of me
“WE WILL NEVER BE AGAIN”
THERES TOO MANY QUESTIONS BUZZING AROUND MY HEAD
I CANT CONCENTRATE
I KEEP THINKING OF U
AND ALL THAT WE COULD HAVE BEEN
BUT I KNOW ALL THE ANSWERS TO THE QUESTIONS
AND THE ANSWER IS
WE WILL NEVER BE WHAT WE ONCE WERE
NO MATTER HOW HARD WE TRY
WE WILL NEVE RHAVE WHAT WE ONCE HAD
WE WILL NEVER BE THE YOU AND ME THAT WE ONCE WERE
WE WILL NEVER BE AGAIN
“The mask of happiness”
She hides behind the mask of happiness
Always acting like the one she wishes she was
Never acting like the one she actually is
If only they knew the turmoil she lives with
The pain and sorrow that run through her blood
Things could get better
And she would no longer have to hide
She told them of the turmoil
She thought that would make it better
It just created storms
Storms of hatred cries
She’s stuck in this storm crying for help
Oh, If only she could back to hiding
Back to behind that mask of happiness
Where no one knew of the turmoil
She could go on living with a false sense of happiness
She could go on living with everyone thinking she was all right
She could go on living with everyone believing the lies
That was then, before all of the storms started
Now she has to live with the truth
The truth that she is dying
The pain and sorrow have poisoned her blood
And they are now poisoning her brain
They make her believe everyone hates her
Everything is going to only get worse
When in reality everyone loves her
And it’s all getting better
But by the time she realizes this
Her time will be up
“Shattered dreams”
She had so much she wanted to do
Dreams to accomplish
But now her dreams lay broken on the ground
Smashed by her one true love
And as she crawls around trying to pick up the pieces
And put them back together they way they were
You sit there yelling at her
Saying that it doesn’t matter.
Saying you wont every accomplish anything
And when the pieces are picked up
And put back together
She laughs at the shock she caused you
Because she knew she would pick them up
And as she picked up the last piece
She walked out the door
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- February 24, 2008
- flynnke13
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