We'Ll Be the Death of Me
Feels like today is the best day to die
I wouldn't have to battle, I wouldn't try
No holding my breath, I'm ready to go
Let the decay and decadence grow
You swore to be sorry, to salvage me
But you breached your barren apology
The promises made, a gesture so grand
Like trying to capture smoke in your hand
I'm ruined inside, wracked with belief
If I love, I destroy, I curse, they leave
A good day to die, goodbye, be free
I'm not the ghost that you are to me
Copyright © Jodie Williams | Year Posted 2012
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