The Morning After, by WittrR
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It all comes flooding back to me
In a sea of disbelief
The obscene words and actions
Shall not be given the chance to speak
This is the morning after
The morning after…now
Memories come in terms of the past failures
Emotionally misunderstood and tortured
The things I have done and spoke
Shall not be the ones to provoke
This is the morning after
The morning after…now
Looking back at myself fallen down
Life took the wrong turns
Down the road of broken dreams
Lessons not understood or learned
This is the morning after
The morning after…now
Undetermined success
Is just another day
Where I do not know
Where I am going
This is the morning after
The morning after…now
Success is only skin deep
Covering the layers below
Hiding the mysteries
Being solo and alone
This is the morning after
The morning after…now
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Posted: 2011-05-03 01:15:18 UTC |
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