The End
I said it was over
My heart didn't mean it though
but after the years, and the tears, and the lies
I think it's time
my heart is not ready
but my spirit is done
I'm not in the game anymore
I don't want to play games anymore
I just can't take anymore
staring out the window while the rain falls
wishing
hoping
praying
while my soul cries
and inside I slowly die with sorrow filled eyes
I envelope pain
and the combination of well-wishes and death-wishes fill my brain
I'm stuck
but not really
everyone knows that to get out of quicksand, you just have to slow down!!
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