Praises B 2 he who teaches through pain,
Scars, and hurt till only a cynic remains –
Take it only with you, that's it, no more,
Watch and trust as the world runs up the score
Till I don't remember what the lesson
Even was, just know it's for the best and
Chalk it up to love, the love you're made of
Whether I can see it or not, the love
That made you give what I can't even see,
Life abundantly that's all around me,
Supposedly. Do you want me to learn?
How about a lesson on how to earn
A million or two? Easier for you
To break than to make, after you got through
The first 6 days. Look at me now, with so
Much nothing I can't count it all, and know
You gave it all to me. I'd give it back,
My ungrateful self, my life – I've lost track
Of U and it seems U wanted me 2,
An excuse to hurt me right back to you,
A game of chicken I know I can't win,
Because to win would be the worst of sins.
So I lose, I choose to lose, take the pain –
Praises B 2 He who hurts me again.
2007-08-01
02:36:01
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2007-08-01
02:42:48 ·
update #1