When you think of me do u cry , do u try
to truly remember what it was like , when it was right ?
do u catch yourself when you recall what was wrong , its been so long and we’re gone and its gone
coz that what i do , when i’m thinking of you
and i dwell and i dwell and i relive my hell.
tripping over memories in my head , that i thought were dead, after all that’s been done and all that’s been said.
caught between wishing for what we had, and embracing where ive been lead and made my bed , well i’ve made my bed.
its been an interesting journey as i sweep up the ashes , and tend to the lashes and deal with my crashes.
well the scars of the heart are symbols of battles fought. the tougher that skin , the more battles u were in, and are about to begin
the lonely wind blows time past , what i thought would last, just could never last. Do you feel that blast ; That cold breath of life gone past ?
I scream whyyy !! when things don’t go my way , and today’s another day , i’ve got that same thing to say. And try as i might, i fight every night , to take that next step , to let in new light. But just when u think u r close , they pull away and leave u there to sway.
So much baggage is gathered , and it matters when it splatters all that is new. The chances are few, as time will chew on you ; And then my past , which is you, continues to screw with all i run into. Its not always them , sometimes its you.
When they talk with me , and they try, and they pry
to truly understand what makes me tick , what makes me pick , the things i say quick.
And though i sigh , i do try to let them inside, but then i hide and i hide and rarely confide.
There is a truth i can share , but i don’t dare. i protect it with such care, its not fair coz they cant compare.
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