The sound of the wind as it hit your face
It was that sound that left me to waste
Away in the silence of my heart
Never to open up and tear my thoughts apart
For my friends and family have no delay
I will not make them stay
And waste away their lives
They will not shout out any cries
For they have done nothing to me
All they've done is make me happy
I should be thankful
But I thrive in the sinister hope that they'll miss me
That the image of my face will buzz like a bee
In the craziness of their minds
And they will soon realize
That they've lived a life of lies
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 10:33 PM UTC
The sound of the wind as it hit your face
It was that sound that left me to waste
Away in the silence of my heart
Never to open up and tear my thoughts apart
For my friends and family have no delay
I will not make them stay
And waste away their lives
They will not shout out any cries
For they have done nothing to me
All they've done is make me happy
I should be thankful
But I thrive in the sinister hope that they'll miss me
That the image of my face will buzz like a bee
In the craziness of their minds
And they will soon realize
That they've lived a life of lies
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