EVERY MOMENT THAT PASSES BY, IS ANOTHER MINUTE I SLOWLY DIE.
EACH AND EVERY PASSING DAY, THERE'S ANOTHER CHANCE THAT PASSED AWAY.
TIME LOST IN AN HOUR GLASS OF SAND, I LOOK AHEAD TO DARKENED LAND.
FORGOTTEN MEMORIES THAT I FORGOT TO MAKE,REMEMBERING THE PHOTOGRAPHS I FORGOT TO TAKE.
LOOKING BACK ON THINGS OF THE PAST, OLD FLAMES AND LOVES THAT DIDN'T LAST.
I SEE MY FUTURE CLOUDY AND UNCLEAR, THINGS I THOUGHT I HAD, NO LONGER HERE.
I FIND MYSELF IN A BROKEN STATE, LOST AND ALONE, CURSING FATE.
IF I HAD A CHOICE TO DO IT AGAIN, WHAT WOULD I CHANGE, WOULD I MAKE AMENDS?
ONE THING IS CERTAIN, ONE THING I KNOW, YOU'LL NEVER SEE MY TEARS, THEY'LL NEVER SHOW.
IN A WORLD FULL OF HEARTACHE, A WORLD FULL OF PAIN,ONE THING I WON'T DO IS EVER PLACE BLAME.
I ALONE AM RESPONSIBLE FOR ME, NO ONE ELSE CAN DETERMINE WHO I SHALL BE.
I CLOSE MY EYES, BUT NOT TO DREAM, INSTEAD I HAVE NIGHTMARES AND MUFFLE MY SCREAMS.
WHEN YOU LOOK WHAT DO YOU SEE, IS IT AN ILLUSION OR DO YOU FOCUS ON THE REAL ME?
I STAND BEFORE YOU BROKEN AND TATTERED, WHAT HAPPENS TO ME NOW DOESN'T REALLY MATTER.
FOR EVERY MOMENT THAT PASSES BY, IS ANOTHER MINUTE I SLOWLY DIE.
EACH AND EVERY PASSING DAY, THERE'S ANOTHER CHANCE THAT PASSED AWAY.
TIME LOST IN AN HOUR GLASS OF SAND, I LOOK AHEAD TO DARKENED LAND.
FORGOTTEN MEMORIES THAT I FORGOT TO MAKE,REMEMBERING THE PHOTOGRAPHS I FORGOT TO TAKE.
LOOKING BACK ON THINGS OF THE PAST, OLD FLAMES AND LOVES THAT DIDN'T LAST.
I SEE MY FUTURE CLOUDY AND UNCLEAR, THINGS I THOUGHT I HAD, NO LONGER HERE.
I FIND MYSELF IN A BROKEN STATE, LOST AND ALONE, CURSING FATE.
IF I HAD A CHOICE TO DO IT AGAIN, WHAT WOULD I CHANGE, WOULD I MAKE AMENDS?
ONE THING IS CERTAIN, ONE THING I KNOW, YOU'LL NEVER SEE MY TEARS, THEY'LL NEVER SHOW.
IN A WORLD FULL OF HEARTACHE, A WORLD FULL OF PAIN,ONE THING I WON'T DO IS EVER PLACE BLAME.
I ALONE AM RESPONSIBLE FOR ME, NO ONE ELSE CAN DETERMINE WHO I SHALL BE.
I CLOSE MY EYES, BUT NOT TO DREAM, INSTEAD I HAVE NIGHTMARES AND MUFFLE MY SCREAMS.
WHEN YOU LOOK WHAT DO YOU SEE, IS IT AN ILLUSION OR DO YOU FOCUS ON THE REAL ME?
I STAND BEFORE YOU BROKEN AND TATTERED, WHAT HAPPENS TO ME NOW DOESN'T REALLY MATTER.
FOR EVERY MOMENT THAT PASSES BY, IS ANOTHER MINUTE I SLOWLY DIE.
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DeviantLuvr09
12 July 2010 - 08:52 PM
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FORGOTTEN MEMORIES THAT I FORGOT TO MAKE,REMEMBERING THE PHOTOGRAPHS I FORGOT TO TAKE.
I know about that all too well.
Beautifully written...
PoetKate
12 July 2010 - 09:55 PM
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I CLOSE MY EYES, BUT NOT TO DREAM, INSTEAD I HAVE NIGHTMARES AND MUFFLE MY SCREAMS.
WHEN YOU LOOK WHAT DO YOU SEE, IS IT AN ILLUSION OR DO YOU FOCUS ON THE REAL ME?
WHEN YOU LOOK WHAT DO YOU SEE, IS IT AN ILLUSION OR DO YOU FOCUS ON THE REAL ME?
This is what I relate to... Thank you for posting.
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