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Lost forevermore
Ghosts of yesteryear stayed behind haunting my thoughts
Prevalent winds keep blowing kept me from getting back to you
Down the wrong road again lost my paddle up shit creek for what
Missed all the signs yet again still I can’t believe what you did to me
Stent placed in my heart by your shaky voice after a wild night
So recklessly you toyed with my heart left me heavily bleeding
Slaughtered right down to the microbes nothing was left to chance
Behind I hear happy wife = happy life? Was the affair not enough for you?
The hammer fell on deaf ears over and over my heart slowly beats
Sounds of your voice ringing in my fucking head I don’t want this
I swore I’d leave the great southern stars behind me you had me fully
Sun has gone down for the last time as I close my eyes goodbye
Prevalent winds keep blowing kept me from getting back to you
Down the wrong road again lost my paddle up shit creek for what
Missed all the signs yet again still I can’t believe what you did to me
Stent placed in my heart by your shaky voice after a wild night
So recklessly you toyed with my heart left me heavily bleeding
Slaughtered right down to the microbes nothing was left to chance
Behind I hear happy wife = happy life? Was the affair not enough for you?
The hammer fell on deaf ears over and over my heart slowly beats
Sounds of your voice ringing in my fucking head I don’t want this
I swore I’d leave the great southern stars behind me you had me fully
Sun has gone down for the last time as I close my eyes goodbye
Published 22nd Nov 2018
Author's Note
Sick and tired of living like this yes I said yes to love not he’s to having my heart stomped on, I was in fucking heaven being with you but you seems to only be worried about stoping the lies from getting out so younhad a great idea send me away and through me under the bus,
I am broken I am tired I’ve had enough I want what I can’t have so what is the stupid point I might be an old fool but I tell you I’m not falling for your bullshit aging, one of these days you will admit the truth.
I am broken I am tired I’ve had enough I want what I can’t have so what is the stupid point I might be an old fool but I tell you I’m not falling for your bullshit aging, one of these days you will admit the truth.
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