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Burn It Down
Some men want to watch the world burn
And there’s a girl waiting for her turn
Waiting for the coming fall
Waiting for a hurt to rival them all
She knows deep down he’s already gone
She knows deep down that she was wrong
Love wasn’t enough to conquer
Words weren’t enough to be honoured
Some men want to watch the world burn
And there’s a girl watching, concerned
She knows there will be hell to pay
Knows that he will rue the day
He acts so callous, like he doesn’t care
None of his demons is he willing to share
And she knows, she knows
All the things that he won’t show
Some men want to watch the world burn
Leave no one unbroken, no love upturned
Because it is so easy to self destruct
And pretend like love isn’t enough
All the promises, all the lies
All the secrets she did confide
And for what? A memory of yesterday
When yesterdays begin to fade
Some men want to watch the world burn
Because this love he says he didn’t earn
So much hate for the man within
So much hate for a man that sins
And there is a girl that doesn’t mind
There is a girl that’s been unkind
A girl that would give it all away
To give this love just one more day
Some men want to watch the world burn
And she wonders if he will ever learn
Before he finds himself buried six feet below
Without experiencing a love that glows
She knows deep down, she can’t save him
And there are days she wants to hate him
She just wants him to see his worth
Believe for a second that he isn’t cursed
Some men just want to watch the world burn
Because the truth is, love hurts
© Indie Adams 2011
And there’s a girl waiting for her turn
Waiting for the coming fall
Waiting for a hurt to rival them all
She knows deep down he’s already gone
She knows deep down that she was wrong
Love wasn’t enough to conquer
Words weren’t enough to be honoured
Some men want to watch the world burn
And there’s a girl watching, concerned
She knows there will be hell to pay
Knows that he will rue the day
He acts so callous, like he doesn’t care
None of his demons is he willing to share
And she knows, she knows
All the things that he won’t show
Some men want to watch the world burn
Leave no one unbroken, no love upturned
Because it is so easy to self destruct
And pretend like love isn’t enough
All the promises, all the lies
All the secrets she did confide
And for what? A memory of yesterday
When yesterdays begin to fade
Some men want to watch the world burn
Because this love he says he didn’t earn
So much hate for the man within
So much hate for a man that sins
And there is a girl that doesn’t mind
There is a girl that’s been unkind
A girl that would give it all away
To give this love just one more day
Some men want to watch the world burn
And she wonders if he will ever learn
Before he finds himself buried six feet below
Without experiencing a love that glows
She knows deep down, she can’t save him
And there are days she wants to hate him
She just wants him to see his worth
Believe for a second that he isn’t cursed
Some men just want to watch the world burn
Because the truth is, love hurts
© Indie Adams 2011
Published 4th Oct 2011
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4th Oct 2011 12:29pm
'Some men want to watch the world burn
Leave no one unbroken, no love upturned
Because it is so easy to self destruct
And pretend like love isn’t enough
All the promises, all the lies
All the secrets she did confide
And for what? A memory of yesterday
When yesterdays begin to fade' Stunning, your writing is lovely, such a lengthy flow to it. Well done.
Leave no one unbroken, no love upturned
Because it is so easy to self destruct
And pretend like love isn’t enough
All the promises, all the lies
All the secrets she did confide
And for what? A memory of yesterday
When yesterdays begin to fade' Stunning, your writing is lovely, such a lengthy flow to it. Well done.
4th Oct 2011 12:38pm
4th Oct 2011 4:28pm
I just sent a PM to Crim that parts of it could be applied as a comment here. I love the poem.
Men cannot be changed. They make temporary changes, sometimes pretending, sometimes meaning to make them permanent, but they will be who they are in the end. You could pine your life away waiting for him to fit the mold, but eventually the mold will break under the stress.
You may never be able to let go of the feelings you have, but neither can he.
I had a friend who was into devil worship. He believed he had sold his soul to the devil. I'm not sure what for, as his life was miserable, so whatever deal he made, it wasn't worth it. Anyway, I told him, if you believe in the devil, you must also believe in God and while you are at it, if you allow yourself to believe in Jesus, your soul is never truly sold until you are dead. Once the receipt is printed out, it's too late, but as long as you live, the deals not done.
Religion aside, the point is, whatever he feels cursed by is coming from within, if he wants the world to burn, there is something inside of him that he thinks deserves to burn. Even if he has no faith, there is always time to put out the fire and be free to love.
See, Crim got me into a philosophical mood and once that happens, there's no shutting it off.
Did I mention I love the poem?
jj
Men cannot be changed. They make temporary changes, sometimes pretending, sometimes meaning to make them permanent, but they will be who they are in the end. You could pine your life away waiting for him to fit the mold, but eventually the mold will break under the stress.
You may never be able to let go of the feelings you have, but neither can he.
I had a friend who was into devil worship. He believed he had sold his soul to the devil. I'm not sure what for, as his life was miserable, so whatever deal he made, it wasn't worth it. Anyway, I told him, if you believe in the devil, you must also believe in God and while you are at it, if you allow yourself to believe in Jesus, your soul is never truly sold until you are dead. Once the receipt is printed out, it's too late, but as long as you live, the deals not done.
Religion aside, the point is, whatever he feels cursed by is coming from within, if he wants the world to burn, there is something inside of him that he thinks deserves to burn. Even if he has no faith, there is always time to put out the fire and be free to love.
See, Crim got me into a philosophical mood and once that happens, there's no shutting it off.
Did I mention I love the poem?
jj
4th Oct 2011 11:20pm
