I can sit and just wallow in some self pity
I can shed tears that I've harboured welling up in me
Accumulation of the wrongdoings embodied
Sympathy and forgiveness, feel there's none for me
Deepest fears lie in a box I can't throw away
The memories seem more and more distant day by day
Sometimes I wish deep inside that she would have stayed
And somehow the demons would have gone away
It's been almost 5 years since I saw her face
And in that amount of time so much here has changed
I have watched my existence to her erase
And it won't mean a thing if I changed my ways
But I can't sit here in my cave watching the world go by
Without getting the experience to go and life my life
For if I stay hewre all I'll ever have to ask is why
The choice to live or stay bereaved is what I shall decide
Copyright © 2012 Anthony Phillips (DUNTEE)
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