These letters are filled with despair, heartache
Pain, lives lost, found, and lost again.
I can only accept responsibility for so long, apologize so many times
I can only take the blame until I reach a point
I cannot do it anymore.
These letters are filled with missed opportunities,
Sighs of sorrow and full of emptiness
I can only take so much disrespect
Disregard, ignorance, playing games
Why do you all do this?
Why do you lie? Why can't you tell me the truth?
As much as I want to be in control, I cannot lie to your face
I cannot have ulterior motives and
Tell you things you want to hear
Honesty is a small token given, a large one received
If being innocent, naive, and too nice is my only crime
I would rather be imprisoned and alone than be "free" amongst liars
If avoiding accountability like gunshots gets you by,
By all means, I have taken bullets for the world
A world I know nothing about.
I am not worth another glance
A penny for your thoughts, is half of my two cents
That I would gladly give to know why you would do
Such acts, that you dismiss as unimportant
But mean the world to me.
Dec 2, 2009
Dec 2, 2009 at 11:19 AM UTC
These letters are filled with despair, heartache
Pain, lives lost, found, and lost again.
I can only accept responsibility for so long, apologize so many times
I can only take the blame until I reach a point
I cannot do it anymore.
These letters are filled with missed opportunities,
Sighs of sorrow and full of emptiness
I can only take so much disrespect
Disregard, ignorance, playing games
Why do you all do this?
Why do you lie? Why can't you tell me the truth?
As much as I want to be in control, I cannot lie to your face
I cannot have ulterior motives and
Tell you things you want to hear
Honesty is a small token given, a large one received
If being innocent, naive, and too nice is my only crime
I would rather be imprisoned and alone than be "free" amongst liars
If avoiding accountability like gunshots gets you by,
By all means, I have taken bullets for the world
A world I know nothing about.
I am not worth another glance
A penny for your thoughts, is half of my two cents
That I would gladly give to know why you would do
Such acts, that you dismiss as unimportant
But mean the world to me.
