FlyxWay
02/04/07, 01:52 PM
Sometimes I question my own sanity.
Sometimes I wonder if I will makeit another day ,
or will I just happen to fall off the face of the earth ,
never to be seen again.
Does it matter to you that everytime we talk I can't help but cry
Do you care that I may never trust again?
Because of you I will never marry , never risk the loss you suffered
I never want to experience the pain you feel every day.
I pull out of all relationships and grow distant when I finally get close.
I suppose I should tell you that I'll never be the same.
I will never look upon you and think your indestructable
for now I know you are only human ,
just like the rest.
Sometimes I question my humanity ,
letting the silver run over the flesh untill I see the red ,
just to see if I am like you ,
that I bleed like you do ,
That I feel like you do ,
but it always seems the feeling is a little less every time ,
I want a little more every time.
I suppose you will be the end of me ,
just because you had to lean on me ,
get support from one who has little enough to begin with.
I will miss the way it used to be , me you and mom.
but all good things cometo an end.
this too will vanish , as will my worth with a deteriorated soul.
Sometimes I wonder if I will makeit another day ,
or will I just happen to fall off the face of the earth ,
never to be seen again.
Does it matter to you that everytime we talk I can't help but cry
Do you care that I may never trust again?
Because of you I will never marry , never risk the loss you suffered
I never want to experience the pain you feel every day.
I pull out of all relationships and grow distant when I finally get close.
I suppose I should tell you that I'll never be the same.
I will never look upon you and think your indestructable
for now I know you are only human ,
just like the rest.
Sometimes I question my humanity ,
letting the silver run over the flesh untill I see the red ,
just to see if I am like you ,
that I bleed like you do ,
That I feel like you do ,
but it always seems the feeling is a little less every time ,
I want a little more every time.
I suppose you will be the end of me ,
just because you had to lean on me ,
get support from one who has little enough to begin with.
I will miss the way it used to be , me you and mom.
but all good things cometo an end.
this too will vanish , as will my worth with a deteriorated soul.