Post by Lex on Feb 24, 2007 7:38:47 GMT -5
property of Dark New Day.
Pieces
Make me...
Into the one you want, into the one you need you bend and
Break me,
You watch me separate myself from who I really am,
To fit into your plan.
You're cutting me in two,
And ripping me in three,
You're killing with those words you say to me.
You're cutting me in two,
And ripping me in three,
How many pieces can you take from me.
Take it...
Whatever’s left is only following routine and,
Fake it,
And give in to the thoughts that being bought is what I am,
To fit into your plan.
The wheels they turn for you, a deity for two.
Holding on its true, won't bring it back again.
They way you look my friend its closer to the end.
I'm holding out a hand to bring it back again.
You cut me up again, cut down.
You cut me up again, cut down.
You cut me down.
* * *
She smiled the night sky, and my worries grew. So bright, so entrancing was that smile, but so far away. Distant, beyond my control. It was a matter of time until she broke up with me.
Make me...
I would change my life for her, forsaking myself and all others just to be in her light. No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t tear myself away, break us up myself. She had all the control.
She didn’t even tell me herself, she sent some other guy to do it. I won’t forgive that proxy, how dare he agree with her? Needless to say I was torn up by it, and gradually she made it worse.
How many pieces can you take from me?
I started it, and had no intention of ending it. But the cogs of the machine of time had ticked off the short love in a mere brace of days. I wanted eternity; she wanted to go, to leave me for the dogs of irritation.
It was like a knife through the ribs, it stole my words and breath away. No other has achieved that... no one. But looking back won’t draw her back in, I have to move on.
Still she cuts me, bleeding me of any love I felt for her.
Every averted look, feet-staring, makes me angrier.
Maybe I should just blame myself for this split.
I’ve never known her to do this before.
But its too late.
* * *
The phrase "she smiled the night sky" and the inspiration both came from my ex-girlfriend, who left me. There is a poem of the title " she smiled the night sky" which I wrote in the poetry-sadness, section.
Pieces
Make me...
Into the one you want, into the one you need you bend and
Break me,
You watch me separate myself from who I really am,
To fit into your plan.
You're cutting me in two,
And ripping me in three,
You're killing with those words you say to me.
You're cutting me in two,
And ripping me in three,
How many pieces can you take from me.
Take it...
Whatever’s left is only following routine and,
Fake it,
And give in to the thoughts that being bought is what I am,
To fit into your plan.
The wheels they turn for you, a deity for two.
Holding on its true, won't bring it back again.
They way you look my friend its closer to the end.
I'm holding out a hand to bring it back again.
You cut me up again, cut down.
You cut me up again, cut down.
You cut me down.
* * *
Breaking love's neck
She smiled the night sky, and my worries grew. So bright, so entrancing was that smile, but so far away. Distant, beyond my control. It was a matter of time until she broke up with me.
Make me...
I would change my life for her, forsaking myself and all others just to be in her light. No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t tear myself away, break us up myself. She had all the control.
She didn’t even tell me herself, she sent some other guy to do it. I won’t forgive that proxy, how dare he agree with her? Needless to say I was torn up by it, and gradually she made it worse.
How many pieces can you take from me?
I started it, and had no intention of ending it. But the cogs of the machine of time had ticked off the short love in a mere brace of days. I wanted eternity; she wanted to go, to leave me for the dogs of irritation.
It was like a knife through the ribs, it stole my words and breath away. No other has achieved that... no one. But looking back won’t draw her back in, I have to move on.
Still she cuts me, bleeding me of any love I felt for her.
Every averted look, feet-staring, makes me angrier.
Maybe I should just blame myself for this split.
I’ve never known her to do this before.
But its too late.
* * *
The phrase "she smiled the night sky" and the inspiration both came from my ex-girlfriend, who left me. There is a poem of the title " she smiled the night sky" which I wrote in the poetry-sadness, section.