Lesson

by Ixora   Dec 23, 2005


I didn’t say that it was easy
That’s why we’re self-inflicted
Were the pain we gave to you
As karma had predicted
We’re the failure you once were
The stars they couldn’t see
They’re the pain they want to give
But gave instead to me
I’m the heart that died ago
Another endless surviving dream
The dream is in my will to make
A blood filled drinking stream
My stream is a past memory
One in which I often swim
Of a love between a girl and boy
And how she ultimately lost him
He’s the heart that keeps her alive
That’s gives her a conscience to use
He’s the thing that keeps her in control
The only thing she has to loose
Now she’s lost him, and he’s lost her
They have both parted at an unwanted goodbye
One hand on a trigger, another on a razor
Lesson: you can’t f#ck with love no matter how hard u try

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