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Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Ruined.

Your last words ring as you step away.
Dead silence but we have so much more to say.
You turn around, just to see how I'm doing.
You know you've left me stranded, cold and ruined.

Every second alone is another breath I don't want to take.
Without you, there's no point of living.
So bury me if I must live a solitary life.
I'd rather be burnt in the sun, than hide.

My nights are hostile without your touch.
I crawl in bed and sing to myself, all the sleepless nights.
I'd rather be held than be holdong onto your worn out thread.
It's either me in your arms, or me dead.

Dragged On.

We speak so formal, it's like we're from different worlds.
A world of your own, that not even I can catch a glimpse at.
Where did we go, I thought we were heading for eternity.
Seems like we're free falling out of what we used to be.

We're not meant to be, even the blind can see that.
You and I never had sparks to begin with.
We rushed in and I gave you the chance to back out.
But now it's been too long, we've dragged on.

I've got no choice but to leave you, the guilt is killing me.
I'm not holding us on the line just for my own peace of mind.
I've been selfish enough and I need to let you go.
No point begging me to stay, I'm running away.


It's for your own good, please take my word once more.
Drop my hands and let me be on my own.
I can't apologize anymore than I have already.
The tracks have changed around, no more going steady.

I can't tell if I'll feel more remorse now or later.
Baby, I regret not treating you like I should have.
Even now, at the lowest state, though it's hard to admit,
I should've treated you better... you deserve more than me.

I've got no choice but to leave you, the guilt is killing me.
I'm not holding us on the line just for my own peace of mind.
I've been selfish enough and I need to let you go.
No point begging me to stay, I'm running away.