Debris
Alone on this road I can't see
And between u me
Its all blown out of proportion
And there's nothing left but Debris
I try to find my way but to where
To me it not fair cause its all just unclear
Even though we should of known
Our selfishness would cause detonation
Our being aware still called
for no preparation
Because we still blew, An explosion
that left us both shattered
And left all our situations in the air
But I guess now it won't matter
Now is where I recreate
And find a way to start over
But this matters still in the air
And hangs over my head n puts a chip on my shoulder
And hold me down tightly so I'm not free
U also have me suffocating from all the debris
Copyright © Trey Foy | Year Posted 2008
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