domingo, 24 de julho de 2011

This is where I say I've had enough,



And no one should ever feel the way that I feel now.
A walking open wound,
a trophy display of bruises
And I don't believe that I'm getting any better.
Any better
Wandering this house like
I've never wanted out
And this is about as social as I get now.
And I'm throwing away the letters that
I am writing youCause they would never do,
I would never do.
Never
So don't be a liar
Don't say that "everything's working"
when everything's broken.
And you smile like a saint but you curse like a sailor
And your eyes say the jokes on me.
But, I'm not laughing
You're not leaving
Who do I think I am kidding?
When I'm the only one locked in this hell


Chris C. Words !
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