Bound

by Julie   Jun 8, 2006


Bound to the promise.
Bound to the world.
Bound to the rope,
that binds your throat.
Bound to the thought of no one cares.
Bound to do something,
that I just can't bare.
And now I'm bound to your grave,
That they dug last night.
You were bound to leave us,
one damned dark day.
I'm bound to know,
you shouldn't have gone that way that way.
I'm bound to the picture.
They hung in the hall.
I'm bound to the fact,
you shouldn't have gone at all.

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