Wednesday, January 9, 2008

The Road to Familiar

Think of thoughts wasted
When she never gave you one.
Leaping out of your shell
And unknowingly jumping into hell.

You are so overrated,
And I wasn't appreciated.
You cut clean, we never fought.
So you wanted what you got.

Bomb dropped
In car
Going in reverse.
And momentum
still can't break the curse.
Oh I try
While you lie
So don't bother angel
I'm fine on the road to familiar.

But now I know
that every feeling of desire
was just fuel to set on fire.
I stopped pleading,
couldn't help the bleeding
Thanks to the venom thats got me healing.

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