The End

I was there to receive and take all your lies I was there whenever you couldn’t cry I stood tall to all the anger you had inside I was the silent puppet that you held so high I held you close until this love I despised I got used up and thrown out to a side I bottled up everything and I cried I know too well what happens if I make you realise If I had an easy way to make you look at my eyes The key to my soul is the key to your lies I’d strike you down with one look as you sigh I’d show you the window and make you look at the time Over thinking until I reach red seamless skies Over powering all emotions in my Self excusing, stupid, selfish suicide But don’t worry, you’ll understand when I die Balancing out all this hatred inside Am I giving in or have I already died? A life spent infused with nothing but screaming and cries Feeling sorry for myself can only bring it to life Balancing out all that’s left here inside I gave in at birth and have already died A life spent screaming until I can no longer cry Feeling sorry for myself is now too boring to try