You could cut it with a knife, the tension inside.
The pain that keeps you from living your life.
And you're too scared too face it.
Afraid of what you'll see?
Could it be as bad as losing me?
They say pick your battles.
Don't rush. It's a war.
They ask "Is it worth it anymore?"
And maybe they're right. I've just lost my mind.
But you saved me from the war inside.
A battlefield inside,
scarred by lies.
A fight to the death
between a heart and a mind.
The never-ending questions,
always about you.
The never ending stirrings,
reaching for some truth.
I ask you for the freedom
to lay my mind to rest.
I need to accept this.
We couldn't stand the test.
Because time can't be blamed
for all this destruction.
No one to blame for all this disfunction.
Well tonight baby,
I'm Giving it to you.
The anger, the guilt.
I want something new.
Posted by
Gwedolyn Brown
10.07.2010

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