Disoriented
by Maher Ramos on Monday, November 30, 2009 at 3:29pm
i could shift the world make it spin on a different axis, the words the emotion's would only make you think I'am blasted
lost in the waste its sinfull how its tastefull to look at your face
see for so long i wanted your embrace but now touching you is like laying on a bed of snakes
who shall strike ?
the composure is eratic becuase I'am with you out of spite .....
whats lost is lost it can never be regained I have seen myself drove mad by explaining the unexplained
see i can live in chains or refrain from ever menchioning your name ...
as ever it finds its way to my lips its sickens people to hear the remainder of a love that was so sick
so which way should i slip into my own or your everlasting eternal grip
lost in the waste its sinfull how its tastefull to look at your face
see for so long i wanted your embrace but now touching you is like laying on a bed of snakes
who shall strike ?
the composure is eratic becuase I'am with you out of spite .....
whats lost is lost it can never be regained I have seen myself drove mad by explaining the unexplained
see i can live in chains or refrain from ever menchioning your name ...
as ever it finds its way to my lips its sickens people to hear the remainder of a love that was so sick
so which way should i slip into my own or your everlasting eternal grip
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