Why
Why do I laugh?
Why do I cry?
Why did I believe all your stupid lies?
Every time I try to understand why,
all I do is die more and more inside.
I need a guide to help lead the way,
but how much will I have to pay?
I have already paid with my heart,
I have already paid with my soul,
I have nothing left,
not even gold.
All I ask for is not to feel so cold.
Copyright © Amanda Gillespie | Year Posted 2011
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