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Saturday, February 10, 2007


Current mood: depressed

Lead me on with your little game.
Obviously it brings you no shame.

While I sit here and wonder why.
You're living your life, high and dry.

I blame myself for our seperation.
I lose sleep, deprivation.

You still don't see.
How much it's hurting me.

Lead me on, go a head.
Another day, something I dread.

Life is void of a purpose.
There is no more "us."

Every night, I sit and wonder.
The same thoughts, I ponder.

You're leading me into heart ache.
But I guess you can't change fate?

Yet, I'm leading you on too.
I suppose it's just what we do.

A relationship full of lies.
We can't see as it slowly dies.

Yet we still lead each other on, it's pointless.
I suppose our realtionship is helpless.

Maybe we aren't meant to be.
And we just can't see.

That it's over.
Done for.

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