This hard grasp on the unknown life
You held so strongly, held so tight;
Yet I the coward fell to my knees
In this neverending, painful fight.
You gently held my hand
But I hatefully pulled away
Without a care, so hardened,
Leaving your hand to forever sway.
I tried to push the pain out of my life
But pushed as I may, as I might,
Never deserving the love you gave,
You were the only one to give the light.
Waiting for me to run to you,
Alone you stood for that one year,
Your mind so dull so far away
While I never even shed a tear.
Falling so quickly, falling so hard
Upon your fragile heart of glass,
Was my heavy heart of stone,
Leaving me scars that will always last.
The feelings of joy, feelings of innocence,
The laughter together playing a song,
The smiles adorning our faces young,
We both killed with words so strong.
Yet listening to your voice once more
I cannot help but take the fault;
You say to have no sorrow
But your life has come to the final hault.
You have vanished, no longer here,
But I know the pain for you is gone,
Freedom now within your heart,
Yet it is hard to truly say so long.
Hesitant to your eternal bed I walk;
Now to your face so cold so dead
I release my fears, let the tears fall
And say those two words I never said -
I'm Sorry.















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The only way you'll really know is to really let it go. Maybe in the future, you're gonna come back to me.
-Ingrid Michaelson
but the meaning...so sad and yet understanding
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She said;
Don't! Don't let it go to your head
Boys like you are a dime a dozen,
Boys like you are a dime a dozen.
She said;
You're a touch overrated,
You're a lush and I hate it
But these grass stains on my knees
They won't mean a thing!
ive loved you since day one...
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Her conscious calls, the guilty to come home
Your tears don't fall, they crash around me
Her conscious calls, the guilty to come home
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Here take this knife.
Cut out your heart.
Now place your heart into my hand.
*Stabs the heart a million times*
There now. Better?
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"Rain's gonna come in fair-sized drips, and we're gonna go to heaven wearing paper-hat ships"
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'awr.
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Her conscious calls, the guilty to come home
Your tears don't fall, they crash around me
Her conscious calls, the guilty to come home
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