The Chains we Make

Instead of someone, I feel like no one. because I know when all is done, To you I’m work, but to me you’re fun. But who you met, was not the one you now will find; whose trust you’ve kept, who now confides; the truth of what was built on lies. Nothing lasts, our paths are fast approaching days gone by. So now we live on borrowed time. Tomorrow begins, when yesterday dies. Sunrise is Sunset’s demise. Relentless is the march of time. Cruelly built to pass us by We must soon pay, a price too high; but we march on with open eyes. Holding close, side by side; and fill our hearts and souls with pride! We must squeeze so tight; in love’s embrace; that the reaper has no choice and waits… until our fate, one future date; we’ll lose strength, our embrace shall break… Then death shall have our souls to take; and when we pass, through heaven’s gate; leaving home just as we came, our love sustained, tho’ we part ways. I know our paths will cross again; on borrowed time; we’ll never change, such we make, our selves new again. It leads us both to be, the worst of what each other sees! Until that day. We do our best, to find our way; so our hearts can rest. From the darkness, to better days. Come what may. We can’t escape. What holds us here, is our pain. Our poisoned love, creates our chains. And when we die, it’s not in vein; Though we’ll be gone, the scars remain. So those we hurt can share our fate. The cycle repeats, and before you can blink, the chain gets longer, and harder to break. So never forget, no matter the length; you started that chain with the very first link. Now I have your attention, I need you to think! It’s up to you, to walk away.