If I was hurting, I wouldn't want you to bring it up. It was just a mistake, a mess-up. Even if it wasn't my fault. It's a feeling I can't molt. Stuck on me like skin to a body. I wish I would have caught it early. But, instead I'm suffering now. Something I would never allow. But, that's not my choice. I'll just use my voice. They can have it, take it away. It'll just astray. Different from the path I chose. Maybe I can just end this with an over-dose. Quick and easy, straight to the center. Then I won't be a beggar. Crying for my life back. I don't want to playback. Though the hard and good times. It's never worth the unfair fine.
iElectronica · Sat Nov 13, 2010 @ 10:15pm · 0 Comments |