the urges
returned
i couldnt give in
i cant go back
not to the way i was then
Im not that person
but i want it
i feel so free
so happy
i need it
the beautiful
state of nirvana
reached through
this easily obtained substance
id love to have
it
and i fight myself everyday
not to go back
not to slip into
that person
but she wants back out
and I dont no
if i can fight her in
Im tryin new things to get her outta here
but shes there still
tourmenting every move
I make
i want to be free
but not in that
way
i need help
from that friend that helped me all the times before
were is he I dont no
Maybe he'd save me
had i not lost him
....
...
..
.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
thanks for the memories
mistakes were made
under a drunkin blurr
of pure insomnity
Hardly able to hear the
words that poured
from his mouth
which
for the time
it was ok
the ripple effect
is what killed me
from a lost possession
to a stolen photo
my lifes been full
of regret since
that night
its not him
under different circumstances
this would never have happened to me
i dont no why i let it come to this
id give my life to get it back
u see
its difficult to understand
im responsible
this was not
not me
that week
was not me
i let go of all morals
and became
a typical college student
i dont regret
and this is no reason to
stop living the way i do
i write to
escape reality
so maybe its all a
authors dream
but im afraid the memories are real
under a drunkin blurr
of pure insomnity
Hardly able to hear the
words that poured
from his mouth
which
for the time
it was ok
the ripple effect
is what killed me
from a lost possession
to a stolen photo
my lifes been full
of regret since
that night
its not him
under different circumstances
this would never have happened to me
i dont no why i let it come to this
id give my life to get it back
u see
its difficult to understand
im responsible
this was not
not me
that week
was not me
i let go of all morals
and became
a typical college student
i dont regret
and this is no reason to
stop living the way i do
i write to
escape reality
so maybe its all a
authors dream
but im afraid the memories are real
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