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The loss of shape........
thank you for letting me be myself
sometimes i speak
in cliches
just don't let me
play it out
i speak from the heart
and that's all I could ever do
if these words
can't move you
i have nothing
left to lose
i want you in my world
and that's just that start
everything i say
and do is
strictly from the heart
my lines become blurred
and my words lose their shape
no matter my recourse
I'm still dwelling in hate
But I don't give up
and i always face
the new day
and i still hold
onto the hope
for a release from this pain
another day passes
and i'm left with no recourse
another innocent dies
and their is still no
remorse
we dig our own graves
yet life remains the same
forever turning
my gears
in life's twisted
game
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