Original Poison
getting over you
poison from this wound
slowly coming out
lungs without any air
i dont know why you cant see
its impossible for me not to care
getting over you
poison from this wound
you ask for five minutes
i gave you my soul
you told me to answer
i left you alone
cold in the dark
chilled to the bone
i knocked on your heart
but no one was home
getting over you poison
poison from this wound
i never asked for any help
only that i could save myself
you told me you loved me first
i was the fool to let you in
i came out of this only being
ive accepted that ill never win
next time ill know not to play the cards
now my heart is just broken parts
tears stain the deck
cold grips my neck
in one day i learned how to love and how to hate
to halves were once whole-making us separate
you made me this way
the product of your profession
never to return
this is my last confession
one day ill love again but that day is not near
one day ill find the one to forever hold me near
one day ill forget who you were
but one day ill remember
soon i will learn that
life with you was the coldest december
that the world has ever seen
sitting here
shaking
crawling back in
drawing poison from a wound
that has long been under my skin
Copyright © Ashton Stevens | Year Posted 2011
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