Come Hither.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Dressed up as life.
She said, I'm not pointing fingers,
He said, yes you are,
'cause you wouldn't bring it up if you weren't.
If I'd told you I'd been waking up
in the dark night thinking,
I can't change, what's done is done,
but I can tell you this.
Not a day goes by
that I don't curse myself and all my sins,
I need you to hold on too,
while this part of me is dying.
Though I haven't kicked the demons that haunt me,
I'm trying, I'm trying.
But you're not helping.
She said, I'm not pointing fingers,
He said, yes you are,
'cause you wouldn't bring it up if you weren't.
If I'd told you I'd been waking up
in the dark night thinking,
I can't change, what's done is done,
but I can tell you this.
Not a day goes by
that I don't curse myself and all my sins,
I need you to hold on too,
while this part of me is dying.
Though I haven't kicked the demons that haunt me,
I'm trying, I'm trying.
But you're not helping.
posted by Lynette # 12:30:00 PM 
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