Post by alostandbrokensoul on Feb 8, 2005 15:05:29 GMT -5
Im writing myself a story
a story of my life
all the times ive been happy
all the times ive been cause strife.
So many things have happened
another page i'll turn
til my book is finished
and in the fire it'll burn
To many emotions
far to many lies
for this story of my life
to touch anones eyes
all the times my heart was broken
a few chapters they will fill
all my silly attemps
and trying to feel real.
Im filling another chapter
one about this boy
who I thought loved me
but played with me like a toy.
He was a romantic
charming in every way
he knew just what to do
exactly what to say
He seemed so perfect
not a flaw in sight
beautiful in the morning
beautiful at night.
He started to get angry
he was suddenly always mad
he wasnt happy with me
and anything i had.
Now that chapters finished
my book is finally done
ive trapped myself within its pages
where i so truthfully belong.
I lie down in my bed
my little book by my side
setting fire to the house
and my book, the reason I died.
