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Open Heart Surgery
The heartache i caused her
Will be the pain that I harbor,
In penance I offer my soul on the Altar,
If what I made her feel was anything like this....Then its further proof that Karma exist,
And since im a Pagan, the rule of three applies, which is why at times I seem to randomly cry,
It seems im learning lessons
In these weekly one hour sessions
about how my actions are the quintessence of my extended state of depression, emotional repression equals loved ones feeling neglected,
Plus fears of inadequacy, and the fact that she was actually making me happy, sadly I was able to turn it into multiple catstrophies.
To be honest I find solace in the knowledge that she will never feel the sting of my broken promises,
Forever wishing her prominance,
Heart still races when I hear of her accomplishments, And I will never again forget to give her proper acknowledgement. She was the best from the start. Not to sound like a nerd but she's the Bret to my Hart,
Even if ever word of this is deemed un true, if any number could be assigned.... it would be C.2.
She brought me to back to life, when I gazed into her eyes, I was a broken rebel ready to die...
So whenever im stuck emotionally, or full of words that I can't say
I simply Remember How You Slipped Away.
Will be the pain that I harbor,
In penance I offer my soul on the Altar,
If what I made her feel was anything like this....Then its further proof that Karma exist,
And since im a Pagan, the rule of three applies, which is why at times I seem to randomly cry,
It seems im learning lessons
In these weekly one hour sessions
about how my actions are the quintessence of my extended state of depression, emotional repression equals loved ones feeling neglected,
Plus fears of inadequacy, and the fact that she was actually making me happy, sadly I was able to turn it into multiple catstrophies.
To be honest I find solace in the knowledge that she will never feel the sting of my broken promises,
Forever wishing her prominance,
Heart still races when I hear of her accomplishments, And I will never again forget to give her proper acknowledgement. She was the best from the start. Not to sound like a nerd but she's the Bret to my Hart,
Even if ever word of this is deemed un true, if any number could be assigned.... it would be C.2.
She brought me to back to life, when I gazed into her eyes, I was a broken rebel ready to die...
So whenever im stuck emotionally, or full of words that I can't say
I simply Remember How You Slipped Away.
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