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The 22
written by blackened_rose11:50 PM 3/10/05One rainy day
I was sittin' by the window
Not knowing what to say
As I take this final blow
My mamma told me
Not to be afraid
She to just to believe
And so she sat and prayed
Betrayel is a promise
And is always given
Just like a stolen kiss
You'll never win
Holding pain inside
Folding creases of pain
With no one to confide
This life makes you insane
Holding back these tears
And waking till the end
Realizing your newly found fears
Life in lies you'll spend
Looking at her in the rain
As she injects again
Not realizing the pain
In the end she'll never win
She doesn't understand
How much she kills me
I just can't seem to land
In that place called make believe
Just fallow your heart young one
Life can't be earased
Life isn't always great and fun
This truth you will soon taste
So listen closely
To what I say
Life isn't lovely
At least not every day
But that's why I'm here
Holding my 22
Blinded by all these tears
For the things you do
Wonder if they'll care
When you take your own life?
When you have the empty stare
Fallen on your last strike
She doesn't even know me
And that's what I hate
Blinded by what she can't see
She's newly fallen bait
Staring down the barrel
Of this rusted 22
This tormenting carol
Without knowing what to do |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by bluepi1ot (3-11-2005 - 04:09 AM)
| thats so messed up, but thats life.
(the concent, the poems awesome.) |
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