wishxfulthinker
07/12/03, 06:24 PM
You make me sick and I throw one leg over the side. The waves are crashing but it's nothing like the crash in my mind. The headlights feed on the air and I will give them mine to consume. You'll have more cash on you now that you can sell out my room. I kick a stone off the bridge until it comes to a rest. And marks the spot where I'll lay until they figure this mess. The little clues that lay beneath the surface. I was too stupid to ever find a purpose. You make me sick that you'd ever take credit. That you're the one who drove me where I'm headed. This isn't for you I can take you. But you didn't help so here's my debut: The reckless claim to a familiar showdown. My face will plague the news stands in down town. I'll take a moment to think of what's out there. A dusty future where hope stands on my last prayer. The constant buzz that 'I can do what I wanna'. They talk shit to achieve Americana. I hear blood for my heart is in a prison. Hemorrhage through my ears I hate to listen. The words eat me alive what the hell are you saying. All my reasons to live would be only delaying. You make me sick you spill what I want to hear. Will you leave if I give and spill you a tear. I guess life was right because I'm failing. Both legs possess the outer railing. Don't act surprised it's my demeanor. I would have done it at home but this was cleaner. I finally own something I can control. It wasn't always my life, it wasn't always my soul. But this demise that's slowly brewing. Has taken it's toll on undoing. Every string that wraps around my heart. I'll pray for karma and give life another start. I'll hope to be young and I'll hope to be strong. And hope to God that he and I get along. I wont need more time or more love. Even if there's always been a lack thereof. What I need most is just another chance. Another try at this another try to enhance. All the things to live for they claim. But they were all distorted with what I became. And now facing this watery hell. I could have used a gun but it's a waste of a shell. I've always said I wanted to free-fall. Well, hell, now I've got it all...Here's a last chance to say I'm depressed. But I'll save my words, you can give them my best.