Cosmic Mist
Bluelighter
Sometimes it's hard when you're always falling,
and everything you see just seems like more of the same -
Life pulls you down - you continue crawling
through absurdity - events now mundane.
And you've left me here to wade my way through it -
although not alone, your comfort would be nice.
You actions still wound, as they always have, and
i'm no longer sure whether i want you in my life...
In fact, wheni look at everything you've said; the tones you've spoken; the actions you've taken,
i'm not sure now whether i should mourn your leaving,
or if, by mourning i am horribly mistaken.
For my 19 years of life on this earth,
how many years have you been by my side,
supported my decisions, hugged me when i was down?
How many times have you said you'd call, but lied?
And maybe i haven't made it too easy
for you to come waltzing back into my life,
but damnit! I though i was worth the effort -
i though i was worth more than your stupid pride...
I've said it so many times before,
and in truth, i know i'll say it again,
i now endeavour to think of you nevermore -
i'll never ask anything of you again,
because i know that our bond isn't enough,
and what i once valued is dying day by day,
but you continue on with your selfish lifestyle,
ostrisising those who stand in your way.
Although i guess i still love you,
i guess i must leave,
and our dying relationship,
now bereave,
for the effort's been mine -
all mine in vain -
and shall continue to be,
until the end of our days...
and everything you see just seems like more of the same -
Life pulls you down - you continue crawling
through absurdity - events now mundane.
And you've left me here to wade my way through it -
although not alone, your comfort would be nice.
You actions still wound, as they always have, and
i'm no longer sure whether i want you in my life...
In fact, wheni look at everything you've said; the tones you've spoken; the actions you've taken,
i'm not sure now whether i should mourn your leaving,
or if, by mourning i am horribly mistaken.
For my 19 years of life on this earth,
how many years have you been by my side,
supported my decisions, hugged me when i was down?
How many times have you said you'd call, but lied?
And maybe i haven't made it too easy
for you to come waltzing back into my life,
but damnit! I though i was worth the effort -
i though i was worth more than your stupid pride...
I've said it so many times before,
and in truth, i know i'll say it again,
i now endeavour to think of you nevermore -
i'll never ask anything of you again,
because i know that our bond isn't enough,
and what i once valued is dying day by day,
but you continue on with your selfish lifestyle,
ostrisising those who stand in your way.
Although i guess i still love you,
i guess i must leave,
and our dying relationship,
now bereave,
for the effort's been mine -
all mine in vain -
and shall continue to be,
until the end of our days...
