i've tried to forgive
and i've tried to pray
i won't lie anymore, i swore
i've tried to be nice
and i've tried to be mean
and i've never gotten anywhere, i won't anymore
to hell, all of you, go
i never asked for pain
i never asked for hurt
i never asked for any of this
i try to carry my burden
but it's like holding up a mountain
one day it's going to fall
one day it's going to fall, down
one day it's going to fall, down
i've got a feeling i've got this mountain
i can't let it fall on anyone
it can't fall on anyone but myself
i've gotta let them live
i've gotta let them pray and forgive
once you've got the mountain you can't get it off
without it falling
falling's the only way down
Posted by lightingcandles
at 8:27 PM EST
Wednesday, 16 November 2005
remember this?
i wrote this after reading something a friend wrote...a friend who doesn't remember me
you left me
there
stranded
alone
not mature enough
to hold a conversation
if you knew
how good it
felt.
to do
what i did
to be
myself
again.
free
from you
and yourself
to let you know
myself
is a free soul
but you left me
there.
stranded
alone.
not mature enough
to hold a conversation
you left me
there
bought a drink
or two
make yourself
hallucinate.
chatter
through talking
begged me
to
forgive
but i said no
and you beat me
you beat me.
i still have the
bruise
that proves everything
i still
hurt
to show what
you did.
but i am not ashamed
of what i did
i locked you up
( i still have the key )
i confused you
( you still think i'm wrong )
i killed you
( and you're still alive )
not mature enough
to hold a conversation
you left me
there
stranded
alone
and you will never know
i wrote this after reading something a friend wrote...a friend who doesn't remember me
you left me
there
stranded
alone
not mature enough
to hold a conversation
if you knew
how good it
felt.
to do
what i did
to be
myself
again.
free
from you
and yourself
to let you know
myself
is a free soul
but you left me
there.
stranded
alone.
not mature enough
to hold a conversation
you left me
there
bought a drink
or two
make yourself
hallucinate.
chatter
through talking
begged me
to
forgive
but i said no
and you beat me
you beat me.
i still have the
bruise
that proves everything
i still
hurt
to show what
you did.
but i am not ashamed
of what i did
i locked you up
( i still have the key )
i confused you
( you still think i'm wrong )
i killed you
( and you're still alive )
not mature enough
to hold a conversation
you left me
there
stranded
alone
and you will never know
Posted by lightingcandles
at 6:56 PM EST
slightly confusing, unedited. : you're the queen
i wrote this to my friend, and if she read it i don't even think she'd realize it's her. and yes, there is a song reference in there.
why did it start out like this?
just an innocent conversation
chasing each other in ways we didn't know, stopping
at playgrounds where no one else came
just an innocent question,
"wanna be my friend",
i swear i only answered yes
because i didn't know what a friend was
not old enough to even count my fingers
i bet to god you were though
and we could grow up and move on
somehow you disillusioned yourself, somewhere
told yourself it was okay
that i'd do anything you said anyway
you made me a pawn, you made me a fool
in your quest to be accepted by the world
being accepted by a world that hated me
you crushed me then, early on
not even old enough to count my fingers
i never thought it would end up like this
you're still the queen
i'm just the servant
i swear if i could pretend now
i'd do it in any way i could
you've hurt me, yes
but you never said sorry
you crushed me then, i swear you did
you isolated me and left my world
maybe you were the stronger one
maybe you made your own world
i think you'd know, because you know everything
and you've always said that i know nothing
chasing each other through school hallways
i could kill you now, you know it's in me
you know the emotions running down my spine
you're still a friend but it's just like then
i didn't know what a friend was
not old enough to even count my fingers
too young to understand you might mean trouble
because all along you've crushed me
you're still the queen and i'm still a pawn
i wrote this to my friend, and if she read it i don't even think she'd realize it's her. and yes, there is a song reference in there.
why did it start out like this?
just an innocent conversation
chasing each other in ways we didn't know, stopping
at playgrounds where no one else came
just an innocent question,
"wanna be my friend",
i swear i only answered yes
because i didn't know what a friend was
not old enough to even count my fingers
i bet to god you were though
and we could grow up and move on
somehow you disillusioned yourself, somewhere
told yourself it was okay
that i'd do anything you said anyway
you made me a pawn, you made me a fool
in your quest to be accepted by the world
being accepted by a world that hated me
you crushed me then, early on
not even old enough to count my fingers
i never thought it would end up like this
you're still the queen
i'm just the servant
i swear if i could pretend now
i'd do it in any way i could
you've hurt me, yes
but you never said sorry
you crushed me then, i swear you did
you isolated me and left my world
maybe you were the stronger one
maybe you made your own world
i think you'd know, because you know everything
and you've always said that i know nothing
chasing each other through school hallways
i could kill you now, you know it's in me
you know the emotions running down my spine
you're still a friend but it's just like then
i didn't know what a friend was
not old enough to even count my fingers
too young to understand you might mean trouble
because all along you've crushed me
you're still the queen and i'm still a pawn
Posted by lightingcandles
at 4:50 PM EST
Updated: Wednesday, 16 November 2005 4:54 PM EST
Tuesday, 15 November 2005
you dream for yourself and no one else
twist and turn through dark alleyways, you
cross the bridges and burn the roads.
don't stop now,
wrap yourself in black shrouds, the mist
conceals every part of you, you know.
don't stop now,
allow the blood through the gray, it will
cover all your mistakes, your misses.
don't stop now,
cut the vines, shatter the brick,
get through the doors and break the glass.
don't stop now,
your dreams are in your mind
and no one will understand
that you live in a hell
you created yourself
you dream for yourself, and for no one else
twist and turn through dark alleyways, you
cross the bridges and burn the roads.
don't stop now,
wrap yourself in black shrouds, the mist
conceals every part of you, you know.
don't stop now,
allow the blood through the gray, it will
cover all your mistakes, your misses.
don't stop now,
cut the vines, shatter the brick,
get through the doors and break the glass.
don't stop now,
your dreams are in your mind
and no one will understand
that you live in a hell
you created yourself
you dream for yourself, and for no one else
Posted by lightingcandles
at 8:06 PM EST
an ode to no one
you're just standing there
under a yellow streetlight
your silhouette is frayed
the moonlight's edges displayed
and i can walk as close as i can,
but i can't get out, of your world
your eyes are black like the night
your profile is made of lies
you run from me but i don't think you see me there
your coat is dancing in the light
you're just standing there
under a yellow streetlight
your silhouette is frayed
the moonlight's edges displayed
and i can walk as close as i can,
but i can't get out, of your world
your eyes are black like the night
your profile is made of lies
you run from me but i don't think you see me there
your coat is dancing in the light
Posted by lightingcandles
at 5:10 PM EST
seashells of friendship
a fire was lit, and
we gathered around it, singing songs
we hadn't sung, ever
a group of friends, clutched
about one another, as if
friendship could last forever
broken seashells littered
the ground, and we swept them
up, and spent our lives
making necklaces
the fire died out, and
we ran back home, to our
shelters, away from a downpour
of hate and despair
a downpour that was everlasting
a fire was lit, and
we gathered around it, singing songs
we hadn't sung, ever
a group of friends, clutched
about one another, as if
friendship could last forever
broken seashells littered
the ground, and we swept them
up, and spent our lives
making necklaces
the fire died out, and
we ran back home, to our
shelters, away from a downpour
of hate and despair
a downpour that was everlasting
Posted by lightingcandles
at 3:34 PM EST
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