Leftovers
By catseyes
I don’t know why I think you’ll lie to me, but I know I’ll become untrusting. And oh, the gushing of my heart, isn’t something I want the world to see, me wanting. Somewhere behind my eyes, are all the lies I tell myself, and they’re sighing. My wrists are chained to the bedpost where the wrong man left me crying. I’m not sure if I’ve ever been good enough, or if I’ll ever come out of hiding. The broken parts won’t be okay, they can’t feel anymore, they just stopped trying. Can’t trade the memories in for new ones, the pawn shop owner started laughing. All I wanted to buy was a moment of hope, to somehow stop the dying. I’ve always been misplaced, I got lost when it started raining. I don’t think I’ll ever be right again I’m not sure I'm worth saving. So don’t waste your time trying to find me, I’ve always been a bit deceiving. And sooner or later there will be pain, and one of us will end up leaving. Written January 14th, 2002 © on Jan 14 2002 10:13 AM PST 0 • 10
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