Again I find myself in an all to familiar place
I sit alone quarantined in a room, peering out a window into space;
I replay my mistakes over in my mind
And when I've seen it all I hit rewind:
There must have been something that I've missed
There's got to be a reason that you'd treat me like this;
I've told you before that I'm yours to destroy
I never thought you'd discard me like a child's broken toy:
I sit alone in this dark empty space
Always knowing how easily I could be replaced;
Yet every day, you fed my ego with words of hope
Then you shut me out and shot me through the heart, no scope:
But I play brave and put on a smile
Even though I haven't hurt like this in a while… and that's fine;
I just look down at the wound and the scars
And as a tear starts to form, it glistens like a star:
I thought you knew how I felt, you said
But the silence I get I feel like the waking dead;
And there's no longer dreaming with my eyes wide shut
They've all been entombed like king Tut:
And when they are released I'm the one whose cursed
My life is a tragedy written by Shakespeare, a play I've rehearsed;
I keep lying to myself that there's something more
But in the end when they find me I'll be lying on the floor:
Oct 3, 2019
Oct 3, 2019 at 4:23 PM UTC
Again I find myself in an all to familiar place
I sit alone quarantined in a room, peering out a window into space;
I replay my mistakes over in my mind
And when I've seen it all I hit rewind:
There must have been something that I've missed
There's got to be a reason that you'd treat me like this;
I've told you before that I'm yours to destroy
I never thought you'd discard me like a child's broken toy:
I sit alone in this dark empty space
Always knowing how easily I could be replaced;
Yet every day, you fed my ego with words of hope
Then you shut me out and shot me through the heart, no scope:
But I play brave and put on a smile
Even though I haven't hurt like this in a while… and that's fine;
I just look down at the wound and the scars
And as a tear starts to form, it glistens like a star:
I thought you knew how I felt, you said
But the silence I get I feel like the waking dead;
And there's no longer dreaming with my eyes wide shut
They've all been entombed like king Tut:
And when they are released I'm the one whose cursed
My life is a tragedy written by Shakespeare, a play I've rehearsed;
I keep lying to myself that there's something more
But in the end when they find me I'll be lying on the floor:
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