The shovel oh yes she wants the shovel now,
All the times I feel like I let her down,
Nothing I do is right or not enough,
In one ear but not out the other,
Wishing thatâ??s how it was,
Negative words stick the best,
Make me sick and my insides bleed,
You know Iâ??m fragile and cry easily,
All of it comes down to I will never reach it,
Never will I be able to get up to your expectations,
Seems like to you everyone else can meet them but me,
This could all be purposely done for your own enjoyment,
Oh how good the end of the day looks with letting it all out,
Let it all out on a certain individual whoâ??s weaker than all the rest,
Knowing she will never amount to any of the best,
Dig the hole so she can enjoy the great burial ceremony,
To her this is the great day as if it were a merry matrimony,
After all I was her great disappointment belowâ?¦.
Written by: Silent Dementia
Date: September 28, 2005
Time: 4:00 a.m.
