Living For Love
The ink in my pen is running out
Because, of all the pages I write with you in thought
My life feels meaningless, I can’t think, what is it about
I used to be happy, now I must deal with all the pain you brought
The idea of you coming into my life is what my friends fought
But I didn’t listen, so it’s a good lesson that you taught
Till this day, I don’t know how in your trap, I was caught.
Now I see a stranger in the mirror
While all the memories flash in my head
And when I think about the future
I wonder when I will be dead
My life was never really mine
I lived it for others, life’s game I played
I didn’t really read the rules
I wanted to make my own way
The withdrawal symptoms are killing me
But not fast enough
I was hoping the drugs would be the death of me
Because, trying to hurt myself I find tough
To be honest, I wanted the whole world to see
That it is idiotic to live if its love you seek.
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