Why? Why? Why?
Never a final answer; never a last word.
I sat in the dark and wrote words that I cannot see only hoping that I can finally express me. I want to release this anger; I want to let go of the pain. By writing simple words on the paper; my peace I hope to gain. I write these words in sorrow; I write these words in vain. With not one evil thought for you; my love still remains
Holding on to questions which I know the answers will not come, only anguished cries of why beating in my head like drums. Will you ever feel remorse for discarding me like trash, for shattering my heart like tiny shards of glass, for destroying my trust in people and for taking away my laugh? Will you?
I sat in the dark and wrote words that I cannot see only hoping that I can finally express me. I want to release this anger; I want to let go of the pain. By writing simple words on the paper; my peace I hope to gain. I write these words in sorrow; I write these words in vain. With not one evil thought for you; my love still remains
Holding on to questions which I know the answers will not come, only anguished cries of why beating in my head like drums. Will you ever feel remorse for discarding me like trash, for shattering my heart like tiny shards of glass, for destroying my trust in people and for taking away my laugh? Will you?
