Friday, September 25, 2009
Act_XXIX
I sealed a letter and left it at your door
I'm here thinking, has my existence become my chore
Or has my role been changed into a whore?
These days I've read so much sorrow
That it tears me out right to the marrow
Is this what we've come to
Nothing between me and you?
Just a piece of blank paper to replace what we've been through
Maybe it was fate that I met you
But it sure wasn't god that had me, stuck on you
Was it just me or had it always been you
leavemeALONE;
thepain
