Tuesday, 8 June 2010

quietly laugh

1.
quietly laugh as i break their face
the fuckers, the tossers, that would underestimate
the mild mannered bastard who would bide his time
take verbal abuse, let them cross the line
even get pushed around just so he had the reason
2 hunt them down 1 dark lonely evening
& make them pay 4 what they had done
2 the other me that died, at the hands of a gun

2.
sometimes the rage would b all consuming
no control, no sense, no fear of losing
would hide a tool that could bruise or bleed
then be quickly lost from nosey police
lost from others who dared 2 blame & name me as the 1
the other me that died, at the hands of a gun

3.
no fun living with these memories each & every day
i used 2 close my eyes tight, sometimes they didn't go away
took a long long time 4 me 2 repent
then 4ever scared 4 my family, in case of revenge
people leave u alone if u have reputation
but once that's all gone it leads others 2 temptation
those uv hurt, those who could b bothered
all of a sudden find the courage & their efforts r doubled

4.
years have passed since i gave my last confession
eternally grateful because ur willing 2 listen
these words r offered so that i can continue 2 explain
how my own misconception caused me real pain
a selfish rhyme with no hidden meaning
just hope u understand how i was feeling

5.
i refuse 2 let myself slip back in2 the haze
& i am so so sorry 4 how i behaved
ur a lady who deserves so much love & respect
& all i showed u was hate & neglect
ive no need 2 repeat at what the time i could c
i was wrong, i admit it, but can't help being me

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