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bags in the wind
i have no center
no time for peace
i want no part
in your deadly disease
you use your words to tear me down
to see me cry in blood
ill meet you when you feel found
and you will see how i fell and stood
now you see
how i am
the real me
as the hourglass loses sand
as the years go by
it will only get worse
want to die
to take that ride in a hearse
as the darkness consumes
me before your eyes
your laughter resumes
and your sad frown is a lie
no time for peace
i want no part
in your deadly disease
you use your words to tear me down
to see me cry in blood
ill meet you when you feel found
and you will see how i fell and stood
now you see
how i am
the real me
as the hourglass loses sand
as the years go by
it will only get worse
want to die
to take that ride in a hearse
as the darkness consumes
me before your eyes
your laughter resumes
and your sad frown is a lie
Published 23rd Jan 2019
Author's Note
why is it so easy to kill our happiness, but so hard to kill our sadness.
dont you hate it when you put your time and effort and love into someone and then your no longer good enough for them?
dont you hate it when you put your time and effort and love into someone and then your no longer good enough for them?
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Anonymous
23rd Jan 2019 10:32pm
Hey Buddy,
That was great writing, my friend! I'm really impressed, honestly.
I hope it's not true life, because you're really fun, nice person, but if it is, someone(not you) in that relationship is a terrible fool.
Great write, wonderful wording, and beautifully, sadly delivered message.
Your friend,
Matthew.
That was great writing, my friend! I'm really impressed, honestly.
I hope it's not true life, because you're really fun, nice person, but if it is, someone(not you) in that relationship is a terrible fool.
Great write, wonderful wording, and beautifully, sadly delivered message.
Your friend,
Matthew.
