pitter patter raindrops
tiny feet and flip flops
crushed by the worlds grasp
on my wethered soul
not strong enough to hold up
still feel i fucked up
lost so much and all at once
dont know how i pulled through
with a shoulder to cry on
and a love to hold my hand
i know i'll make it through somehow
and again i will stand
you filled my heart with joy
you were my right hand man
now your the reson for my tears
and the blood on my hands
but i'll see the sun again
just you wait and see
i will beat the hell inside
i will again be happy
but for now i'll cry
at the memory of times past
at the memories not to be made
at the life i leave behind..
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