
(Picture; MISTAKES - It could be that the purpose of your life is only to serve as a warning to others)
It slipped, it happened
I don’t know why
It just flew right by
And once again it’s something that I can’t unlive
I promised myself that I would go there
Now I feel like I cant breath the air
I have to leave it, and grin and bare
I hate that this could happen
I have this feeling stuck in me.
Nothing will let it be
I don’t want anyone to see.
But it happened once, and people know
It happened twice, and it doesn’t go
If it ever happens again I don’t know if I could say so.
The wounds are still there,
But are too numb to feel any pain in the air
There is nothing left to hurt.
All I have left is my shirt.
Pain doesn’t feel any more.
Things have become a bore.
I just don’t know what to do.
I just hate that I love you.
What else could I do?
I just don’t want to
Things happened and they slipped
Now all the world is tipped
Everything again is ripped
I can’t slip again
I happened twice
Although it was nice
It feels colder than ice
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