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by panicked life Jan 30, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
He has played my feelings and my heart He knew all to well right from the start He had this all drawn out like a piece of art. From the beginning my feelings did swell He picked me up and carried me whenever I fell It seemed he made sense of this life I call hell Now he sits with a with her while grinning He knew I would fall and continue sinning She smiles back at me knowing I never had been winning Never the same will my emotions run Why did he show me how much my life could have been fun I stare at crimson sunset saying goodbye to the sun He holds her without a budge or a shove I watch down now as an angel above Too bad I couldn't gain the one thing called love