Fix whats broken

by Tamara   Jan 3, 2005


Walking down my own darkening past
i look back at the times i always thought would last

i see smiles on the faces of friends
i see a family that isn't embedded so deep in sins

i remember what it was like to trust
back before any one ever gave in to pointless lust

back before we lost our morals and kept only hate and deceit
back when life was more of a gift, than a game that offered only loss and defeat

as you sit here with me tonight
come and walk this path with me, and help me make it right

fix the broken parts, make them good again
find an old friend and ask them where they\'ve been

watch an alcoholic and feel guilty for ever being in his shoes
think of how different your life would be if you'd only left out the boos

see a drug and have the willpower to push it away
for the first time in years take the time to sit down and pray

remember the dreams you had when you were a child
how happy you made friends and family just because you looked at them and smiled

I can sit here and complain about the way you waisted so much of your life
because I've been through so much of the same troubles that led to the same strife

only when confronted with these things it wasn't me who gave in
it was my closest friend

it isn't my own decisions that make my past fade into sadness and regret
its those that you make everyday
seeing just how far life will let you get

and one of thees days luck will let you down
you wont have help close enough for a rebound

you wont be coming back
and if i don't stop you now, ill always blame myself for the persistence i lacked

Ill always wonder what would have been different if i could have only made you listen
and that maybe if i could've you'd still be here, not laying six feet in the ground, and me up there still asking where the hell id been

i wouldn't be crying over your head stone praying that you went the right way

but mostly, i wouldn't be here holding this knife wishing my life away, just for the chance to do the things we once had been so happy doing,i wouldn't have this urge to grab your hand and simply run off to a yard and play

so take this time to hear me out
just once pretend that maybe it were me instead

think of the things your life was once about
what would you do if instead of you it was me who wound up dead

i love you and i care
i need you to understand life is more than a f&*%$#@ dare

don't make me live with this guilt
take my hand and ill do my best to take you back to a life we so long ago built

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