I"m sick of sitting
in this bacl hell of mine
while everyone else seems to be
living life to the fullest
I'm eating cold graped
to get rid of stale cigarette taste
I toss out the bruised ones
as if I'm better than them
as if I'm better than you
My passion for life was lost
somewhere deep in the dark night
So why is is that you were wrong
and I am left paying for it
It never fails to hit me on a good day
to where all the strength I have left
is lost somewhere in an empty silence
My mind often goes to a beautiful place
that was destroyed by the smell of you
Never again will I see that little girl
who used to always sing into a hairbrush
She has been taken from me.....
FOREVER!!
By Sugar 5-17-01 |
