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Tell me from your soul
You look into my eyes but what do you see,
You read my words, like it is some kind of fantasy,
You live your life to resemble mine,
You look at me and wonder why i cry,
Look into my soul and tell me what you see,
The boy who writes poetry,
He's all alone, and tired of being such,
A liveing dead poet,
But that is too much,
You look into my eyes but you dont see,
You read my words and lie to me!,
Thats your best work yet,
But you dont give a damm,
you will just forget,
YOu live your life to resemble mine,
why try, why to i get the goth name,
Dont fallow me, im just a f** with a pen and some deed!,
Dont look at me with that look of pity in your eyes,
Your to powerless to help,
so you let me die!
You look at my speach,
and you cant figure out why i cry,
You let me live, oh well,
Just another day gone by,
Oh get over it Azrael, the rain will go away!,
But i dont want the rain clouds to fade,
I like what i have become,
so turn your backs on me now,
just let me crawl,
Ill save my self, like the hundread times before,
Why not, im not your little whore,
Why do you look at me with hallow eyes,
You see what is on the surface,
but inside is the suprise,
Im capable to, but youll never know,
Your just to damm cool!
Tell me, when you listen you the little voice in your head,
Dose it tell you all the things i said!,
Tell me from your soul,
could you love me,
could you hold me,
or would you lie to me till im old!
Azrael Cryn (c) 2004
 Azrael_Cryn · Wed Dec 27, 2006 @ 10:36pm · 0 Comments |
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