What used to be

by *shorty   Feb 24, 2005


I used to believe you were my rose in this concrete world, i slowly realized all of this was a dream.
To Good To Be True. To Good For My Eyes To See. To Much For My Imagination To Dream.
You were my last drop of blood, in these concrete veins.
To Much For One Person To Hold, You pushed me down.
To Much For Someone To Carry, I slipped on ice.
I'm Still Standing, only by a thread
Now My World Falls To pieces. and I'm going off the deep end
I'm holding on harder then ever, but I'm holding on by a thread.
All This shit about life being great. have you ever had your life flash before your eyes?
Have u ever reached for much farther then the eye could see?
Nothing there to hold on to?
no one there to catch you as you fall..
life’s not as great as it appears.
love greatness and happiness is fallowed by heartbreak also known as pain
now a dripping fountain of bloody tears follow my pain, followed by my depression
can't u see
have you ever taken the time to look and rerealize that it was all the doing of the paper thin blade
that cause so much damage
that has left me oh so many scars
have you ever cared to look
did u ever care to see
you caused me much pain
you caused me great damaged
it has left me no were.
i am now left with nothing
i am now all alone
Your love never was and is no more.
but still i wonder how could you cause so much hurt
i laugh at the thought
demons and angels will crowd around and cry
as they watch me suffer
as they watch me deal with this burden all alone.. on these shoulders of my own
i am trapped in this prison called earth
i knowow there’s no way out..
i am stuck here until it is my time
until they say i can leave
when they unlock my cell door
i know known i will be free

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