Thursday, March 25, 2010

I am sorry to be.

You were right beside me, I remember it like yesterdays rain.
I keep screaming, I keep shouting, I keep trembling in the thought.
If love is true hold my anger back tame the lion with in.
The thought to be a fight the current always wins.
From the license plates of your home, to the songs you'd always hum.
I am right here trembling in the actions my mind processes.

You make me week with every word to be an end.
I will hold you at bay to know your not a friend.
I keep it locked away apart from the pain that you send.
I am sorry to be so, I am sorry to be the burden hiden away in your bed.
Oh, I am sorry to be.

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