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now and then
i think of when
we were
together
we were happy
oh so happy
could have died
lived for myself
so selfishly
lived a lie
spoke false comfortably
but that was someone
that i so want not to
wont remember
when addicted
nothings certain
'cept the sadness
living daily
to an end
always an end
the way we lived
just did not make sense
lets make certain
that it stays past tense
and count our blessings
that that part is dead and over
i didnt mean to stoop
so low
hurt you badly
treating you like you were nothing
still you never ceased to show me love
when i turned into a stranger
and that means so much
that part of me is over now
somethings different
always something
that i hadnt found
i guess we needed room to grow
time to become somebody
like you used to know
now and then
i think
of all the times
i screwed you over
having you
believing
it was
always something
you had done
you dont have to live that way
had you crying on the day to day
im truely sorry
that i hope you know
i can tell you
but i suppose its something
time will have to show
yes you were right to cut me off
collect the records
crunch the numbers
and get to know yourself
you never ceased to show me love
when i turned into a stranger
and that means so much
no i didnt mean to stoop so low
i hurt you badly
and didnt notice just how lost i was
that part of me is over now
and i can be somebody
like you used to know
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Thursday, January 12, 2012
getit
inspired by those who are on their game
undetered and undisturbed by the demons
black they plauge me and disrupt me
dream a little dream a future bright
artistic altruistic i cant ballistic
this sickness addiction leaves me
behind me the past runs fast in my head
leaving clouds of regret and sorrow
in debt to the master of slaves the enemy
what once was a crutch gives me a purpose
i purpose a toast to the dont anymores
i raise a glass half empty and realize
half full of myself is not the way to be
no longer me im about to explode
undetered and undisturbed by the demons
black they plauge me and disrupt me
dream a little dream a future bright
artistic altruistic i cant ballistic
this sickness addiction leaves me
behind me the past runs fast in my head
leaving clouds of regret and sorrow
in debt to the master of slaves the enemy
what once was a crutch gives me a purpose
i purpose a toast to the dont anymores
i raise a glass half empty and realize
half full of myself is not the way to be
no longer me im about to explode
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