The weakness in my voice?
That ain't acting.
The indecision in my choice?
That ain't faked.
I have become much less than superman
Can't do it all, but I never could.
And apparently all the effort I'm putting forth,
Is not but 1000 miles from where it should.
Guess I am pointless, useless and lost.
Divine is my love for you, rich is the cost.
Suppose I dropped everything, ran to your arms
Would they be open with no cause for alarm?
So who I am fooling? It's on my leg I pull
I can't do anything right,
Can't love no one in sight
Can't give you my heart,
From the get go, the start.
Giving up looks like the most simple of tasks
Put memoirs and photographs all in the past.
Look to the future,
In hopes If I die,
That things will getter better.
That relief I will sigh.
But I can't
In case you come back for me.
But I can't
In case you decide that you care after all.
Here I stand
It ain't easy, but that's no excuse.
I'm holding in so much pain
But that's no excuse.
Let me loose.
Let me go.
Hold me close.
I have given up hope.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Hope
Posted by The Littlest Liv at 6:01 PM
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