my time was wasted, your ego was bruised
it takes more than a memory
to keep me amused
but in moments of sadness, of plainest regret
i surrender to feelings
i ought to forget
so melancholic, i sit and think:
my mind - the abyss
into which
i sink.
Jun 6, 2013
Jun 6, 2013 at 7:51 PM UTC
my time was wasted, your ego was bruised
it takes more than a memory
to keep me amused
but in moments of sadness, of plainest regret
i surrender to feelings
i ought to forget
so melancholic, i sit and think:
my mind - the abyss
into which
i sink.
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