I feel the weight,
of our memories on my heart.
I hear the clank,
of these chains moving apart.
These days of none,
Have came and went.
I've learned to fund,
with not a cent.
I'm your tool,
I work to please,
to please the fool,
as I fall to my knees.
Friendships thin,
as his whips of memories,
tear into my skin,
and I bear the misery.
I bear the pain,
because I don't want to lose what I have earned.
I bear this stain,
because I want to remember what I've learned.
In his eyes,
I am really nothing but lingering.
In my eyes,
all I see is abiding.
In the end,
and I hate to think,
I'm really nothing but an old friend.
As our past begins to sink.
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 1:53 AM UTC
I feel the weight,
of our memories on my heart.
I hear the clank,
of these chains moving apart.
These days of none,
Have came and went.
I've learned to fund,
with not a cent.
I'm your tool,
I work to please,
to please the fool,
as I fall to my knees.
Friendships thin,
as his whips of memories,
tear into my skin,
and I bear the misery.
I bear the pain,
because I don't want to lose what I have earned.
I bear this stain,
because I want to remember what I've learned.
In his eyes,
I am really nothing but lingering.
In my eyes,
all I see is abiding.
In the end,
and I hate to think,
I'm really nothing but an old friend.
As our past begins to sink.
~
