iLoveYouWithaKnife
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Mar 30, 2002
- Messages
- 8,351
I used to sit here every night,
and pour my eyes out while I typed.
I used to search for meanings in my life
while I tried to search out keys to strike.
And behind a blurry vision of tears,
I never found the answers from those years.
All I find now, is just a fragment of that time
that's really just nonexistant now.
And if I hadn't documented it then
I probably wouldn't have remembered it now.
A drunken mess of what, 2 years?
I hate to dig up the past
especially when it was unsettled.
But not unsettled as in, unfinished...
unsettled as in, unfair.
You wasted my time, and my life.
You wasted my good fortune.
And my good spirit.
You striped me then,
of everything I had.
I relied on my tears to cleanse
away the pain, to make me feel whole again.
To make me feel anything other than
basically.... the way you made me feel.
And the only time I'm reminded
is when i log onto this fucking site.
I used to try reason with myself
but I could never help
feeling sorry. Or could the rest of you.
and pour my eyes out while I typed.
I used to search for meanings in my life
while I tried to search out keys to strike.
And behind a blurry vision of tears,
I never found the answers from those years.
All I find now, is just a fragment of that time
that's really just nonexistant now.
And if I hadn't documented it then
I probably wouldn't have remembered it now.
A drunken mess of what, 2 years?
I hate to dig up the past
especially when it was unsettled.
But not unsettled as in, unfinished...
unsettled as in, unfair.
You wasted my time, and my life.
You wasted my good fortune.
And my good spirit.
You striped me then,
of everything I had.
I relied on my tears to cleanse
away the pain, to make me feel whole again.
To make me feel anything other than
basically.... the way you made me feel.
And the only time I'm reminded
is when i log onto this fucking site.
I used to try reason with myself
but I could never help
feeling sorry. Or could the rest of you.
