How many times

by Thomas Erickson   Mar 21, 2006


How many times must I face this truth?
I've seen it once before, that seems to be more than enough.
Pushing me there, your putting me here.
Why do I deserve this, what punishment is this?
You're tired of me, but I'm tired of myself.
Just let me go, I've been fading for far too long.
You destroyed my hope, so now I'm tired of trying.
Can't there be more than this, or have I betrayed my trust?
Now what did I do to you, I'm pushing you away from me.
Empty inside, I'm crying, I'm dieing. You make me bed, now what is it for?
I'm tired of trying, and I'm on my knees asking why.
I'm crying, I'm dieing deep inside.
How many more, how many more...

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