you push me down
to raise yourself high.
you do not listen
and only speak lies.
you poke at my life
and steal my things
your destroying my life
as my death bell rings.
if i let you win
i will die, i know,
but if i dont lose
then there's nothing to show.
to defeat a person
as pathetic as you
i will only be able
to show the hatred that grew
from our fights and our curses,
everday something more,
you fought your way in
into my mind you tore,
why would you do this?
to you i've done not
but somehow i sit here,
depressed with this lot.
and soon all the fighting
and poisonous hate
will be too much
and my own life you'll take.
and then i'll be dead
and you can say that you've won,
but in your heart
you'll know
from your hate, my life was done.
yah, this one i was thinking about kelcie and my dad when i wrote this one too, though this one was more about my dad this time.
 MasterTater · Fri Feb 09, 2007 @ 04:59am · 4 Comments |
