Crimson Stained Dreams, by look how pretty she is when she falls down...
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Tragedy strikes again.
Cut so deep
It made me lifeless.
Can’t you see, it’s hard to stand.
On my last leg
And it makes me hopeless.
Sand fills the hourglass.
I can’t sit and let time pass.
This is my life
And it’s running out.
Now as my well goes dry,
I see the clock tick by
This is my life
And it’s running out.
Felt like so long ago
I saw you.
You made me happy.
Now I’ve hit a new low.
Because of you.
You make me angry.
Sand fills the hourglass.
I can’t sit and let time pass.
This is my life
And it’s running out.
With every passing thought
Shows me that you meant a lot
But this is my life
And it’s running out.
Here I lay bleeding.
I hope I’ve cause you guilt.
Because you’ve destroyed
Every feeling that I’ve built.
Sand fills the hourglass.
I can’t sit and let time pass.
This is my life
And it’s running out.
Nothing for you to say
There are no more new days
That was my life
And it just ran out.
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| Posted: 2005-10-04 21:01:46 UTC |
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| 2005-10-18 17:46:30 | ~*PuRely*DeVine*~ |
| whoa...i can relate to that because there was once a person in my life who made me feel the same way...as though the only way he could possibly get satisfaction would be for my demise...sad, but true and i cant understand how you feel |
| 2005-10-22 21:15:19 | abs |
| wow really emotional poem i love the description and the imagry of the hourglass running throuhgout is a nice touch. |
| 2005-12-02 21:16:55 | Amy Mc |
| Baby no your still doing good. Keep on trucking and pushing through. no matter what remember that its not over yet.
the bigger the problem find a blessing of its size. but you have to push for it. things happen for a reason. |