You ask me why do I act this way,
Well then tell me how to act,
I don't give a **** what they say,
Life's always under attack,
You'll never understand who I am,
Our paths do not intersect,
The hour glass running out of sand,
We're out of time to reflect,
You've made your choice and I've made my own,
There's no more time for regrets,
I hope someday that you make it home,
Just know that I won't forget ,
Stop intersecting your life with mine,
Move on and learn to accept,
You chose the life that you have that's fine,
I guess I was to inept,
Someday soon I will understand,
Life in all it's respect.
Chocolate box in my hour hand,
Don't know what to expect.
Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 8:46 PM UTC
You ask me why do I act this way,
Well then tell me how to act,
I don't give a **** what they say,
Life's always under attack,
You'll never understand who I am,
Our paths do not intersect,
The hour glass running out of sand,
We're out of time to reflect,
You've made your choice and I've made my own,
There's no more time for regrets,
I hope someday that you make it home,
Just know that I won't forget ,
Stop intersecting your life with mine,
Move on and learn to accept,
You chose the life that you have that's fine,
I guess I was to inept,
Someday soon I will understand,
Life in all it's respect.
Chocolate box in my hour hand,
Don't know what to expect.
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