You'd never know it but I'm slowly dying.
You say you know that, well you're lying!
I've done a good job of kepping those feelings in hiding.
I've done it so well, that it's what's kept you from finding...
What you found isn't there.
You can say it is, but I don't care.
I hate what you've done, and now my soul is bare.
Stop trying to rescue me, it's all just a ploy, a snare.
You don't believe me, now why is it so hard to see?
Did I not clue you in about my only problem, which is me.
I can't stand the fact that you think I'm in glee.
But hey, that's what I get for making you flee, no leave me!
 Alibis of the Heart · Thu Apr 16, 2009 @ 02:11am · 2 Comments |
