Strangled Intentions
You were the gasoline
To the flame inside
I was lost in between
Your fame and my pride.
You want me back
Your interruption is late
This heart is turning black
As corruption spawns hate.
But I'll let it go
As we all forget the past
Only if I surely know
This time it's going to last.
Copyright © Chad Ross | Year Posted 2007
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