I wake up each moring
words still run in my head
phrases form the day before
that i left unsaid
my sad poem
never stops running through my mind
line after line emphasizing
how i've wasted so much time...
i sit to write these words down
but the second my hand touches the pen
my mind goes blank
the words that expained my pain are no longer found
There is a part of me that can't b found
I close my eyes and try to see that place i used to be
but images of memories keep going round and round
some r good other bad, but none provide me with sanity
things arn't what they were then
we don't click as well
i stuggle to find a way to make it right again
but so much has failed to be upheld
I wonder if u still consider me a friend
i wish i could fix all that i said wrong
but i fear this time it is too near the end
so i will continue my misery in song
