Sunday, September 4, 2011
Never Learned to Pick Locks in High School, But Majored in Slamming Doors in College
And now it seems
I've become the monster from my dreams
I've become what I never wanted to be
I've become your worst enemy
I am so very sorry
And this too
Reminds me of you
This empty space
Within which I am consumed
By the guilt of my actions
My greatest shame
My misguided reactions
I am the only one to blame
I am the only one to blame
Tell me, please, what you're thinking
As I ramble of my fears
My hopes now ever sinking
In the waves of your tears
And now it falls
That am captive inside my own prison’s walls
That I wait so diligently for the calls
I know will never come
And this too
Reminds me of you
The starry night
Falling to the gloom too soon
Hands that will not hold themselves
Tell me, please, what you're thinking
As I ramble of my fears
My hopes now ever sinking
In the waves of your tears
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