3 months ago
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Still Nothing's...
1st Verse
My wants, your needs
Our love, it bleeds
In the end, we don't succeed
We wait for the anger, than attempt to proceed
Your bad, my fault
Don't even understand why we fought
We blame each other till it comes to a draw
Still nothing's changed, but everything lost
Chorus
Why can't we get it together?
Easier said, than done
We're both stubborn in our ways
Neither one of us will stop till we've won
Gotta see passed it all
Need to learn from our mistakes
Choose our battles wisely
And remember to give before you take
2nd Verse
Your love, my hate
Keep pushing till we break
Wish we could rebuild with what's at stake
But too little, too late
We break-up, we make-up
It's our never-ending situation
See how long before we both lose our patience
Still nothing's gained, but misinformation
3rd Verse
My reasons, your feelings
Who are we to keep deceiving?
That this relationship could work
When in reality, we're both hurt
So it's either your way or my way
We both choose the highway
Nevermind with what our hearts say
Still nothing's resolved, but for our mind's sake
We're through
-C.a.M.-
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Friday, January 1, 2010
Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust.
Lower my casket
Bury me alive
The dirt I once shoveled, has swallowed me inside
This pine box of a cage
Left with no room to escape
But to sleep for eternity, with the mistakes that I've made
A soul that was pure
Has now been plagued
By demons who torment, my mind with endless pain
Left here to rot in pieces
Though my heart never ceases
To remind me how careless I was, of throwing it all away
So as I choke on these words
I'm sent to a state of oblivion
Mixing too much whiskey and Ambien, with no intentions of ever seeing the sun
Self-destruction was on my mind
The very moment I picked up that gun
Hope was the only thing keeping me alive
You were that hope
When you left, I died
-C.a.M.-
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