Reasons For My Walkin
With everybody under my skin
Their appologies never come from inside their
Their hearts are black and stricken with sin
But their minds on set on my breathing
I've found I'm better off with razors in hand
Then i may relieve myself of my pain
It goes hand in hand with their lies
It's all about dishonesty here
In sync with my blurry views
My words that hurt the ones I love
And the hand that offers for help is
Always so near to my fingertips
It's brought tears from my eyes
It's brought blood from my wrists
Maybe I'm not strong enough to
Carry on through this hell I'm in
Goodbye is such an eternal word
But I'm afraid I may say it
Sooner or later it all will end
But until then
I'll attempt to walk through my dilusions
Copyright © Charles Grisham | Year Posted 2005
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