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07.05.2006 Sunday noon @ 12:04 p.m.
*Closure*

So is this it?
Does time end here?
Is this what I fought for, and what I've gained?

What a fool I've been
Think life had more to offer
Is that I lie here, in remorse and suffer?

And I hate you for doing this
And I hate you for saying that
I never did enough to ever please you
Never did enough for it to cease too

Affect me the way it does
Provoke me the way it must
And I'm also thinking I'm not enough

My war on time got worse and faster
The sands fought hard
And every day I lost a battle
And even though I knew I lied
And even though I saw the signs
The same three words each time
I am fine

And I hate you for doing this
And I hate you for saying that
Never did enough to ever please you
Never did enough for it to cease too

Affect me way it does
Provoke me the way it must
And I'm still thinking I am not enough

I'm ashamed of the life I've lived
I'm afraid of what I have been
And it just became, just became enough

Click.

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