I decided to write one last poem
To explain it all
Sometimes it's better to let go
Because the timing's wrong
But I'm still on my knees
Trying to stop the bleeding
'Cause my head knows we are dead
But my heart just won't believe it
In the evening when the night falls
And nothing seems to matter
I put my hands together
And pray for things to get better
But these hands weren't made for that
They were made to protect you
And hold yours
But I guess that's how the story ends
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 6:37 AM UTC
I decided to write one last poem
To explain it all
Sometimes it's better to let go
Because the timing's wrong
But I'm still on my knees
Trying to stop the bleeding
'Cause my head knows we are dead
But my heart just won't believe it
In the evening when the night falls
And nothing seems to matter
I put my hands together
And pray for things to get better
But these hands weren't made for that
They were made to protect you
And hold yours
But I guess that's how the story ends
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