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« on: September 08, 2007, 06:38:15 PM » |
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I listen to your words in hope that they will set me free,
But the false pretense draws me in,
and they become the sounds that imprison me.
Please, let me commit this sin, and renounce by life
And give in to the insanity, the pleasure, your eyes
I know not why I began this cycle,
But it deepens every time I look
Your eyes, my life, my mind goes numb
With the pain brought on
A pain not of hurt,
But of pleasure too much,
An overload of sorts, that kills me in such
A way that I cannot function my thoughts past you
When every word I say is addressed para tu
My actions my mind, nothing matters for null
I break the cycle, and renounce my life,
Going for broke I stretch past my eyes,
And destroy the thing, which I so idolized
Now I see clear, it wasn’t about me,
And my life; but she,
Hers was the life, which needed the friend,
and the selfish feelings of mine must end,
I see clearly now, what I couldn’t before
Don’t worry sweet thing, ill be at your door,
Awaiting the time, for when you ask me why,
And ill do my best to explain with a sigh,
As I look one last time, at the one way road to your eyes.
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