I must confess,
It really hurt.
Knowing you were right.
And knowing I refused to listen
Crawling through the dirt.
To You, telling me
to keep going, don't walk away
I won't get stuck. I believed you and listened.
But it happened anyway.
I got stuck, couldn't leave.
Cursed You, it was Your mistake.
You should've dragged me out of there
It was the wrong road You let me take.
I decided to stay there, pretending
like I was fine, nothing wrong.
Like I just chose to go and sit there,
like that piece of ground is where I belong!
But when You wouldn't look,
I tried to get up.
Then You watched and I sat down.
I cried when You didn't listen.
When You did, I'd laugh like a foolish clown.
I listened, obeyed, did what You wanted
Sold my soul to You.
But never was it quite enough
Only divinest perfection would do.
I did what You asked of me,
Gave the highest sacrifice.
You told me it would make me better,
promised me it would be so nice.
And it was, for a little while,
until it wasn't anymore.
Then I tried to escape, but I was too scared.
Scared to be alone, like I had never,
never been alone before.
So here I am, still sitting, never quitting:
It's like a game You make me play.
You play, win, and then it's over
but I must restart it every day.
Now, I can still see You watching
(I want someone to hold me and not just watch)
And I realize I was always alone.
I need someone to help me, and just to listen:
To hear me scream from every bone.
I hate you, but know You'll always be here:
You and I will never part.
Not because I don't want you gone (I do, I do!)
But You just are the demon in my heart.
Fading Away: | Zaterdag, september 03, 2005 09:09 |
I sort of liked it too ;) Veel mooie zinnen, mooi woordgebruik en een goed ritme. Ben jaloers op je rijmschema, zo mooi. 'k Hoop dat het beter zal gaan. Snel. Liefs, |
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Lost_Angel: | Vrijdag, augustus 26, 2005 23:30 |
Sorry about it being really long..and *don't* ask about why on earth I would want a frog to stare through the computer screen at everyone reading this - I sort of liked it =P | |
Auteur: Mysticelfje | ||
Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 26 augustus 2005 | ||
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