Again

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2005

your breaking me down and crushing me under your foot

so why don't you let me free and take a good hard look

at what you are doing to me, what you are doing to me

or don't you even care, maybe you don't even want to see

your tearing my insides up, tangling them up together

while you do this to me how can I possibly feel any better

I see the signs on the road that tell me where I am going

I feel the wind whipping on my face as it is violently blowing



chorus

I don't want to be like this again

I'm desperately trying not to get sick

I don't want to go through this anymore

because I'll just end up where I was before

anxiety so high I can barely stand still

walking on egg shells as they overflow and spill

rocking back and forth faster and faster

heading straight for a mental disaster

I just want it all to come to an end

cause I don't want this to happen again



degrading words that sting my ears as they enter into the middle

filled with poison that inflames me like an unanswered riddle

and if I bleed I'll make sure I don't get any blood on the floor

and if I do I will leave the stain and show myself to the door

and the stain will remain like a footprint in cement that has dried

but it will never compare to what has happened all the years inside

and finally as I am getting better you have to kill me with your gun

I guess I'm just your outlet of anger, I don't matter, I am no one

chorus



you say you love me but how can I believe you

when you break me and bend me like crazy glue

you make every minute one minute closer to the time

when I will melt in your displacement and no longer be fine

things are starting to get blurry and I'm starting to lose my balence

my words start to die one by one and I start to resort to silence

the louder you yell at me the closer to the edge I stand

and if I ever fall there is no guarantee to a safe land

chorus


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Kris Grula's picture

Great piece of work! Very emotional

pamschwetz's picture

Ouch...well written but hurts...Pam