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by Monica Rae Oct 1, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / grieving, loss
I Walk Toward The Dock And I Stare At The Boat Filled With People Who Live Lies I Cry And Beg Them To Just Be Real But They Turn Their Backs How Am I Supposed To Talk How Am I Supposed To Try When Your Back Is Facing Me And You Let Out A Sigh I've Held My Hand Out But You Will Not Hold On Why I Am Broken And Torn Shattered And Ashamed At The Way I've Been Treated I Try One Last Time Because I Need You The Most And Once Again You Turn Turn Against Me To Face The Wind To Face What This World Has Offer This World Of The Devil I Speak To You The Truth And You Curse And Laugh You Have Disowned Me You Are Just Luggage Now Some Extra Baggage For Me To Carry Around I Don't Need It I Have To Much Going On So I Lean Toward The Boat I Slowly Untie The Rope And I Push You Away This Is My Duty I Am Not Supposed To Carry Luggage So I Have To Let You Go But If You Ever Come Back With An Extended Hand I'll Be Here And I Wanted To Let You Know But Until That Day I Cannot Go On With The Pain That You Have Ultimatly Caused You Will Never Know How Much I Am Hurting And Will Never Even Begin To Try And I See That Now But I Couldn't Before You Will Always Be In My Heart And I Will Think Of You Everyday ..>..> But It's Time That I Let Go The Day You Are Strong Enough And The Day You Are Ready To Extend Your Hand Again And Promise To Love Me No Matter I'll Be Here But I Can't Do It Right Now Because Each And Every Day I Catch Each One Of You In Yet Another Lie So I've Untied The Rope And I've Pushed The Boat But It's Up To You To Come Back...