Monday, May 12, 2008
I've turned around to find you've turned on me.
Everything is backwards and nothing much makes sense.
Punished for averting disaster.
It came anyway.
Made my bed, i'll die in it alone.
Every night, this life is over again.
Awake to find fragments of all the disappointments i've made.
Fight my way through the day.
I'm thinking of you, therefore you're thinking about me.
You've won and you stop yourself from seeing all that i've lost.
You shouldn't care, so I won't blame you.