By Ali
Date: 15 February 2001
Half The Blame
He's got a really bad sense of time
Two minutes too late, or two minutes too early
He never says the things he should
Never says what's on his mind
Penny for his thoughts, but the penny's wasted
'Cause he just won't say, what he's thinking
And right now it just hurts, feels like death without dying
I just remain silent, though, what's one more day silent?
What's one more thing left uspoken and undone?
I should be angry at him, I should probably hate him
Yet, I don't yell, and I don't hate
But, I do cry...
I've cried 10,000 tears, but it hasn't taken away the pain
I've stayed up nights, trying to make things make sense
But, I've come to learn that the world never makes any sense
And things are just cloudy, undefined, and unclear
Mabye my eyes are just out of focus
Maybe I'm just a fool, in street smart skin...
And, yes, I do realize that
He's made a habit out of breaking my heart
But, I'm going to have to take half the blame
Because I've made a habit out of letting him...
And last night, after pretending that I was fine
Telling everyone, I was doing just great
I sat alone, in a quiet little place
Where the shadows play, and the wind comes to dance
Felt my heart being ripped out, again...
And I bled a river, cried 'till I couldn't breath
I'm tired, dammit, and I'm sick of fighting
So, take my sword from me, I don't want it anymore
The only blood on it, seems to be my own
From the time(s)he ran in through my heart, and twisted it
Ever-so-sharply
And, yet, I still care about him
Why do I care?
I love him, and that is the reason
But, what good is love, if it turns out to be a lie?
Because the truth has been proved false
By the absence of his touch...
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