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Solution
written by Khaotic08:04 PM 4/6/05break mistake intake whats meant for me can betray whats left for me hate whats
not really me cant it really be this is for me cant believe this is something
left for me why is it all ways takening me down and hate to feel this shit each
time and ever why does it all seem the same what can i do when i fight the hate
in me can it always be this way when will it all float away eachday i can feel
myself fall down by destiny cant run away each dream i see its always death in
me why does it follow me why does it mock me why cant it ever leave me to be
why do i get betrayed when i find my life what makes me hollow dont tell me you
never been betrayed can believe cant betray whats not left of me cant mend to
make it all stick inside never look away cant be away from me sicken minds look
apon whats broken taken and unshapen whats these things you feel inside your
life hollow tips left pointed at me how much can i take of this shit whats my
real life i cant wait to find it when i look at the eyes of faces i never find
when i listen to the sound of a person that i never find why do i always take
this dream and make it my words why do these bitter memories of hate follow all
of me can i wait to be betrayed portrait in a emotion of silence cant wait to
fight it all off and become something i can believe what i use to be but never
can fight all these things that break me whats this memory i always see can i
ever find the thing that torments me the most left inside cant break the eyes
of hate eachday left inside why look away when all i take is this hate so i
make away so disturbing you will find watch this life turn upside down and wake
inside out inside your mind everything deployed by the hate that lurks inside
why do you wonder why i every wanted to escape why do you think i wish i gave
it all up but i think its really disturbing cause it makes you lie for whats
there its all in your mind tonight why do you believe me afterlife is a painful
thing cant look in the mirror might break the insulation break off whats made
me tonight will i try and die it haunts whats left of me cant help myself or il
fall down and become whats not inside of me or it will bury me down cant be in
this dream it takes me away from happyness it gives me a little eachtime but it
always takes apart of me after the happyness ends for me now each cut makes it
deeper each cut makes it bleed more each cut ends the happyness each cut ends
everything every single thing wants to break it out all the hate inside left to
kill it all out smash it down and break it out smile and hit the ground beg for
more before its too late when will it end out of life before i fall down and
hit the ground something tells me it has been time to break whats left of you
and make you fall down and hit the ground so come on get down before i break
you down something makes me insane i see the evil that stands before you inside
whats left for me this hour what can i defend but why should i stop offending
you say its alright but is alright right always following cant believe in what
you say can find away to display whats really apart of you uncovered truth the
lies build up inside you the hate rises up against me while you try and say it
all stabs you deep within the inside but can you really put it all down inside
or will it pull you down this time cant all i feel is death wants you can you
really kill me or is it your desire can it all stab and destroy you before it
becomes you was this wish meant for you are you already dead now cant find it
ordinary constructed by the psychological sickness infested within you cant fit
the answer with the question leads to another question how can you believe in
it when you try but will end up become insane secertly sick and reinvested in
what seemed so practical but ended up edgestratically insane oh where is the
real feelings that hide within you cant get up and say whats for today cause it
may end up another way like yesterday such more of this and i wonder how long i
stand up to this same old thing that haunts me i feel as it infests and delays
my mind all for once again such a wasted chance of memorys expanded to display
more vulgar past of unattended ways of life can be cruel when it comes up to
you can you feel all this the way you betray your own life lieing to yourself
cause of the past make it last and try and figure the expansion to your desire
you left on compiling everything i believed flew away like crows and control
the hate that lurks deep inside but the stress and pain that i felt inside of
me what is there to say without writing down all this time but it will fade at
anytime but can i make a change in a life i never got to see will it all run to
this pointless empty space in time or will it be accepted inside this time will
i die or become and try to see whats left of me fight back and win what i never
knew i had feel the feelings that always hide in my mind when it will show to
become whats left of me cant it all just become what i needed to be nothing to
show up for me whats been erased from me take a chance to look on whats down
the lines can i give you something that you never really cared about but is it
the feelings that make you feel pointless inside or are you really nothing in
there we been massacared for so long such a perfect insulated suicide left in
my tv but is this what i thought of all this time like the morning fog that
leaks through my window such a secert powerful lie when the crys of the sun
take all the sound out of me can you see the mary that lurks in your mirror it
appears that it maybe a mystery cause the key of unlocking it what can life
take away what i want but sometimes you find away out sometimes you can fight
it off to find the way of life meant for you cause nothing is really good till
you use your final days when your not truely alone to this pressure that we
live eachday the death is a hidden thing but will they ever accept it is this
what you really reap cause it all seems to be unfair blame it all on the lies
and all this things that have been said everytime i have to believe in the hate
that i will always find why do they always blame cause finally my knife will
take its toll when will it be sorry i dont know when maybe when you will accept
the fact that i will never be sorry for what you deserved but the angels could
find the answer to the answers why these things happen will god be happy or is
already the suffering cause if i died tomorrow noone really would remember of
me nothing will change for this way of life nothing will become of this life
but emptiness filled with sorrow cannot follow if you die infront of them they
will never remember your name or still think of your name like a forgotten song
they sing they light a candle like its made for another empty night but is that
truely true cause they killed our friends but will you just be like them and
fight it and become and betray everything thats meant for you will you ever
find the truth cause its just there to be used like a tool you find the answers
hidden inside the lies that are spoken what you will find out you will know the
answers to take and create them to a solution can you feel it as it soils your
mind the thing that follows will choose to reach out to you cause it finds you
and destroys you will you beg for the same thing and find away out of this way
is it all just one big puzzle unsolved and misplaced pieces to find or recreate
can you remember everything this time the pain that sliced the seeds and they
planted one inside your mind it grew and changed you like a bush of wrestled
flowers cant make everything ok it has been taken away all has been lost cant
find the true thoughts of life it is hidden like the seeds planted erased away |
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