Maybe it was the gun hidden beneath
Or perhaps the words used to trick and deceit.
I fell off the cliff, abrupt, through the dark.
Fallen, I fell. Forgotten and lost.
I chose to climb and regain my feeling.
Paralysis isn't simple when love's the reason.
I loathed to focus my fate and hold on to pulse.
Risen, I rose to stop this horrific curse.
Maybe it was the gun hidden beneath
Or perhaps the words used to trick and deceit
The protagonist I stand to take on the world,
In reality it was you but you were just one world.
Chosen, I chose to hold on to whispers.
It was me who had to realize the truth from the giver.
I needed a reason to feel the commitment;
The gun shot from you is what made me resilient.
Maybe it was the gun hidden beneath
Or perhaps the words used to trick and deceit.
Either way the afterlife I was given
Gave me a reason to pursue a life worth living.
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 4:14 PM UTC
Maybe it was the gun hidden beneath
Or perhaps the words used to trick and deceit.
I fell off the cliff, abrupt, through the dark.
Fallen, I fell. Forgotten and lost.
I chose to climb and regain my feeling.
Paralysis isn't simple when love's the reason.
I loathed to focus my fate and hold on to pulse.
Risen, I rose to stop this horrific curse.
Maybe it was the gun hidden beneath
Or perhaps the words used to trick and deceit
The protagonist I stand to take on the world,
In reality it was you but you were just one world.
Chosen, I chose to hold on to whispers.
It was me who had to realize the truth from the giver.
I needed a reason to feel the commitment;
The gun shot from you is what made me resilient.
Maybe it was the gun hidden beneath
Or perhaps the words used to trick and deceit.
Either way the afterlife I was given
Gave me a reason to pursue a life worth living.
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