These words are sparks, blood dripping from my head.
It's hard to polish this evil onto this white cotton.
The hate is how this face is turning.
All of what's wrong is always what I'll be.
It's what I had that will be gone forever.
The scrambled words lost in the shuffle.
I continue to write myself into this bad story.
Just do what they say or they will take it away.
Take these pieces of what will never be.
Always follow the leaders, you live by there rules.
I can't remember anything, anyone that was here.
I can't stand this, it's the hurt that is real.
It's the burning fire that can't be put out.
It's the perfectly straight wire that can't be bent.
It's the loud words that can't be heard.
As dark as this sounds the pain is still here.
Always wrong that's who I am and that's who I'll become.
At the same time you meet me you'll walk away.
I'm the loser, so come beat me at will.
I'm always let go, and I'll always fall.
I come with the pain and suffer the most.
I'm on my own, I'm all alone.
You can walk on fire, but I burn to ash.
All the things I had never really existed.
Everything seems alright, sadness hurts the worst.
I can't speak my words, so my pen speaks for me.
Please look closely, so many scars that bleed so deep.
Believe me I'm gone now, but I will come back.
If I could change a thing, I think I would have changed everything. If I could have known the truth, I would have never been with you. Twenty-five and I am so tired of this childish love, And all the pain that comes along with all its games. Seems such a waste to throw it all away, But I am who I am, like me or not, But you will never be able to change me. The world has its grips on you, And I am no way getting involved. Today could be the greatest of days, But what would you have changed? All of your wrong mistakes, your bad calls, All your fear and lies, Or are you just so selfish inside? If I could change the way we were, I think I would change everything. If I knew the absolute truth about you, I would have never even met you. Twenty-five to life with all that you did, Is this the end of love, should I give up? And here I am stuck with a broken heart, And busted up sight. These days are blurring together, And nothing seems al...
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