Before I sat on the inside,
With a broken heart I rest my head.
Now I lay on the outside,
With a screaming mind I leave my bed.
Into the night I find you there,
With too much demise and exceeding pride,
You never knew how to care.
Give me, me.
I want myself returned.
I cannot watch my heart a blaze,
It continues on it's burn.
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 9:47 PM UTC
Before I sat on the inside,
With a broken heart I rest my head.
Now I lay on the outside,
With a screaming mind I leave my bed.
Into the night I find you there,
With too much demise and exceeding pride,
You never knew how to care.
Give me, me.
I want myself returned.
I cannot watch my heart a blaze,
It continues on it's burn.
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