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Category: Writing and Poetry
Oh look at you my friend. Now tell me where it all went wrong.
You're trying way too hard to hide the melodie of your lifes final song.
The hidden track that no one has the patience left to wait to hear.
The screaming silence that you whisper in their ears.
And if the eyes are the windows to the soul then look into me.
Tell me, what do you see? Tell me, what could it be?
I see emptiness. Your eyes are frozen ice cold my dear.
Tell me, what happened here? Tell me, what do you fear?
The fire has burnt out
and I know not the man
I see before me.
He is not the man
you used to be.
Oh look at us again and tell me where we fell apart.
We're trying not to die out. They say "Loves the funeral of hearts",
but loves the slowest form of suicide and we can't hide our feelings.
We can't rely on breathing. Help me friend I need your healing.
And if my mind is an open book to read then lay me out please.
Tell me, what do you see? Tell me, what could it be?
Tales of hell on earth and heaven's burning, but we stay near.
Tell me, what happened here? Tell me, what do you fear?
The fire has burnt out
and I know not the man
I see before me.
He is not the man
you used to be.
It's in you within you I've seen it before.
Maybe baracaded locked inside.
I can't find what you're trying to hide.
Look through you right through you revert to the past.
It may be all that lasts it's all I have.
The present comes on far too fast.
And if my heart is an open wound well then watch me let it bleed.
Tell me, what do you see? Tell me, what could it be?
There's a note inside that says "You'll live for every last tear"
Tell me, what happened here? Tell me, what do you fear?
What happened is we've changed
Or could it be that we have stayed the same?
Or maybe there's just too much of our lives left to live
and we never thought we'd get this far so in the past we gave it all
and now we're here with nothing left to give.
We'll never make it 'cause we've built it up and now we're left to fall.
The fire has burnt out
and I know not the man
I see before me.
He is not the man
you used to be.
© 2007
blahCategory: Writing and Poetry
Oh look at you my friend. Now tell me where it all went wrong.
You're trying way too hard to hide the melodie of your lifes final song.
The hidden track that no one has the patience left to wait to hear.
The screaming silence that you whisper in their ears.
And if the eyes are the windows to the soul then look into me.
Tell me, what do you see? Tell me, what could it be?
I see emptiness. Your eyes are frozen ice cold my dear.
Tell me, what happened here? Tell me, what do you fear?
The fire has burnt out
and I know not the man
I see before me.
He is not the man
you used to be.
Oh look at us again and tell me where we fell apart.
We're trying not to die out. They say "Loves the funeral of hearts",
but loves the slowest form of suicide and we can't hide our feelings.
We can't rely on breathing. Help me friend I need your healing.
And if my mind is an open book to read then lay me out please.
Tell me, what do you see? Tell me, what could it be?
Tales of hell on earth and heaven's burning, but we stay near.
Tell me, what happened here? Tell me, what do you fear?
The fire has burnt out
and I know not the man
I see before me.
He is not the man
you used to be.
It's in you within you I've seen it before.
Maybe baracaded locked inside.
I can't find what you're trying to hide.
Look through you right through you revert to the past.
It may be all that lasts it's all I have.
The present comes on far too fast.
And if my heart is an open wound well then watch me let it bleed.
Tell me, what do you see? Tell me, what could it be?
There's a note inside that says "You'll live for every last tear"
Tell me, what happened here? Tell me, what do you fear?
What happened is we've changed
Or could it be that we have stayed the same?
Or maybe there's just too much of our lives left to live
and we never thought we'd get this far so in the past we gave it all
and now we're here with nothing left to give.
We'll never make it 'cause we've built it up and now we're left to fall.
The fire has burnt out
and I know not the man
I see before me.
He is not the man
you used to be.
© 2007
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