Continue to complain about how insane I’ve become,
I commend you for not running away.
I defended you
When the offensive ones pointed crooked fingers.
Now I linger in a hollow heart that cannot love,
A heart destroyed by the bitter forces of regret.
I bring you the sweetest peace after the loudest storm.
And in return I receive,
Sorrows borrowed from yesteryears
Carried onto the morrow.
Don’t bury the hate that resurfaces, destroy it.
And don’t carry the weight that brings down, drop it.
Oct 2, 2010
Oct 2, 2010 at 12:09 AM UTC
Continue to complain about how insane I’ve become,
I commend you for not running away.
I defended you
When the offensive ones pointed crooked fingers.
Now I linger in a hollow heart that cannot love,
A heart destroyed by the bitter forces of regret.
I bring you the sweetest peace after the loudest storm.
And in return I receive,
Sorrows borrowed from yesteryears
Carried onto the morrow.
Don’t bury the hate that resurfaces, destroy it.
And don’t carry the weight that brings down, drop it.
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