dazedraver
Bluelighter
I sold my soul to school,
I sold my soul to my dreary routine,
I sold my soul to the woman I lost,
I sold my soul to the government,
I sold my soul for my parents hopes and dreams,
now my heart is tattered and torn at the seams,
I lost my mind for that sad girl's love,
I lost my heart to that bright girls eyes,
I lost my sanity for that final kiss,
I lost my love and source of bliss.
I had no faith so I carry no cross
I have no hope so all is a loss.
I once had a dream but then it was false,
I lost my imagination and found all hope is lost.
I lost my soul because of worries and strife,
I lost my mind because of she lost her life.
I lost my love to that cylindical fiend,
I only hope her soul has been redeemed.
my mind is muddled and heart is broken,
alas I know now I should have spoken,
I saw the subtle changes in her face,
but I possesed her no more so it "wasn't my place."
so I sit and stew inside my mind,
hoping it's my santiy and soul I'll find.
No more guilt or prejudice
My sins are of indifferice
through meditiation and review
I'll wonder if there was there was a way I could construe
my love and devotion that you outgrew.
sorry about the depressing subject matter, but recently an old wound has been opened fresh and this drivel is what came forth
I sold my soul to my dreary routine,
I sold my soul to the woman I lost,
I sold my soul to the government,
I sold my soul for my parents hopes and dreams,
now my heart is tattered and torn at the seams,
I lost my mind for that sad girl's love,
I lost my heart to that bright girls eyes,
I lost my sanity for that final kiss,
I lost my love and source of bliss.
I had no faith so I carry no cross
I have no hope so all is a loss.
I once had a dream but then it was false,
I lost my imagination and found all hope is lost.
I lost my soul because of worries and strife,
I lost my mind because of she lost her life.
I lost my love to that cylindical fiend,
I only hope her soul has been redeemed.
my mind is muddled and heart is broken,
alas I know now I should have spoken,
I saw the subtle changes in her face,
but I possesed her no more so it "wasn't my place."
so I sit and stew inside my mind,
hoping it's my santiy and soul I'll find.
No more guilt or prejudice
My sins are of indifferice
through meditiation and review
I'll wonder if there was there was a way I could construe
my love and devotion that you outgrew.
sorry about the depressing subject matter, but recently an old wound has been opened fresh and this drivel is what came forth