Too Much Time
September 10, 2007 - Monday
Too Much Time
Broken in my mind is trust, and love is a pile of dust; feel the gold of your
wedding band as it turns cold on a stranger's hand; all the years spent wasted,
lost on a sweetness you once tasted; Is this how it is always going to be, 'coz a
future here i don't see; you're holding onto what is already gone, keep reaching
out to me with your hands full, and you just might end up alone; Tired is a mind
with no rest, still innocent i will confess; this burden should have never become
mine, but boundaries can't be laid if there is no line, break the branch and still
the tree won't sway, building a kingdom where children don't play, Is this how it
always going to be, 'coz a future here, i don't see; drowning in your own creations,
if this is the bigger plan then you have made some major miscalculations; life
among the dead is unheard amongst the living, life is not about taking or giving,
what matters is how you gave and what you took
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