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Love Gave Me a Reason Part I.

Love gave me a reason to: commit suicide Slitting every warm sensation from my heart Leaving my wound open so you can see inside… Look… Can you see the PAIN on my face… No… you wont find it there… Instead the pain runs through these VEINS My Brain fails to cooperate because my heart's going insane Breaths become harder to sustain And I… can't….in…hale Love didn't make it easy to LISTEN….. Can you hear the beating in my chest? No…. Because there is none… My heart stopped When it was dropped I placed it in your hand Trusting the flaws of a man Sometimes you need to take a moment and SIT to UNDERSTAND I wish SADNESS could allow you to TOUCH ME…. So you can feel the softness of my love, But your kind of abrasiveness caused it to die A kind of case like this that caused you to lie Because of Love: DEATH KEEPS DYING in the grave that my heart continues to dig you Always being resurrected from the depths of a soul that lived you A rebellious memory Failing to forget you I hate that YOUR GHOST HAUNTS ME So why do I fail to quit you? Married to Love and not you I felt like your wife without a ring Was a caged bird and for years my wings were clipped so I couldn't fly and it was impossible to sing I have nothing left to do besides erase you from my past And replace you just as fast And turn colder than the ice that's sitting in my glass I wish I could get you out of my system But my memories keep me as a victim Yes I AM without you And the same is true that you ARE without me Should have valued the love that you would lose When you put a price on the present you made me choose Because of YOU my soul has a tattoo, That kind of looks like cupid's bruise Yet I manage to prevail Living a life with your absence Freed from the shackles of entrapment

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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