A Devotion

My head hangs heavy..

weary of whats gettin' ready

and will i grow or will i break

tell me this b4 its too late.

'cause i'd forget everything

if i knew it wouldn't come back to me

and i'd do anything 

to know you wouldn't go back to her.

these words just aren't my drama

they're my life

this love isn't a game

its a sacrifice.

and chasing a good thing

isn't worth even 1/2 of the hurt it brings

'cause i'm tired and out of breathe

and right now i don't have much left.

so I'll lay in the grass waiting

if you come participating

help me up and let me know

that you won't ever let me go.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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