Holding things I didn’t care,
Wishing things I shouldn’t dare.
Saying things that were not true,
It’s just me lying for you.
Caring for things I should not hold,
Daring for me to change your mold.
Truthful though it hurt inside,
Unmindful of my bleeding pride.
Held against beyond my reach,
Molding soul dead to me.
Inside, Outside, all around:
PROUD to die--without a sound.
- by Commander Kitten |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 04/02/2009 |
- Title: Twisted Concepts
- Artist: Commander Kitten
Just a small peice. I have officially stopped any and all attempts at upbeat writing, seeing my lack of success...
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- Date: 04/02/2009
- Tags: twisted concepts pride lies
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