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.why did i even look back.
[i wrote this a few minutes ago]
.why did i even look back.
do the words i'm saying make you hurt,
does this matter anymore,
do you think my blood will stain your shirt,
i wonder if you ever cared,
did you 'love' me when you said you did,
i don't know or even want to,
i'll lie to them when they ask why im bleeding...
./ch./ i 'loved' you and cared for you,
sence this happened i've been at an all time low,
but even true 'love' can die,
and ours died the day you said hello./ch./
do you hear me when i speak,
or do you just close your eyes and act like i'm gone,
i relize that you were nothing,
and everything you said to me was a lie,
you didn't mean those words.
only if they made me cry,
cause the only thing that makes you happy,
is to see me sad or alone,
and i ask why,
./ch./
while we talked both our voices would drift off,
you came in for [your kiss],
i turned my head and then i'd hint a cough,
i didn't mean to hurt you,
i only thought it was right,
and then you left and ran to her,
everytime i see you then begins another fight,
...................................................................
just take my hand for this last time,
remember with me all the good times we have had
now close your eyes give me [that kiss] you longed for,
and remember always that our 'love' wasn't that bad.
{dedicated to you matt}
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(Anonymous)
2004-01-02 15:32
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do you listen to dashboard confessional? if not here are some of their lyrics:
"The Good Fight"
Consider the odds,
consider the obvious.
The martyr is meaningless,
the campaign has died.
In the planning stages and the fallen faces
are the singular proof that it was ever alive.
This purchased rebellion has been outdated,
denounced and rescinded and left to die championless.
I begged you not to go.
I begged you, I pleaded.
Claimed you as my only hope
and watched the floor as you retreated.
Hope has sprung a perfect dive
a perfect day, a perfect lie.
A slowly crafted monologue conceding your defeat.
Does it comfort you to know you fought the good fight?
Basking in your victory,
hollow and alone
to boast your bitter bragging rights to anyone who'll listen.
While you're left with nothing tangible to gain.
i hope you liked the song... if you didnt already know about them you should check them out.(Reply to this) (Thread) |
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