Coming Back Up

by Felicia   Apr 21, 2006


I was blacking out
But at the same time I wanted to shout
You were laughing at me
At first I couldn't see
I trusted you with my life
You might-as-well of stabbed me with a knife
My days were going away
No longer just child's play
Blackness covering my eyes of green
You still wouldn't come clean
You stood there and lied
A million tears everyone cried
While I was dying, you weren't there
At my funeral would you even care
And feel guilty for what you'd done?
Just as bad as pointing a gun
Covering up the truth to save you
And not saying what was true
That though sticks to me like glue
And now there is nothing to do
I will never forget what it was like
To feel like I fell off a bike
Dying right before you
And nothing you said still was true
Now I see I didn't matter
Just another victim on your drug platter
Picked off like petals on a flower
My survival makes your life sour
I screwed up
But from here I am only coming back up

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