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Waves

Waves of despair Wash over me My life A series of mistakes And I wish I could correct these things, No matter how long it takes I should have died In my old home The place I long to be But it's not there, Anymore.. As anyone can see I'm stuck in a world With little reason Why I should want to survive, And sadly, I await The day I'm no longer alive My home lives on In my mind, And all the wonder It did provide And when I'm gone It will echo no more And all the tears I cried I walk those halls That exist no more I cry in rooms long gone And await the patter Of the rain That fell above my bed But they're gone Long gone, Like last week's wave I'm left to carry on But why? Who cares? It's sentimental crap, And it means nothing to you But maybe someday You'll taste despair And you'll have a clue

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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