Thursday, November 12, 2009

Medicine Man

I feel like giving up,
What's the point in continuing on,
When my luck has run dry,
And all I feel is the emptiness inside,
I try so hard to make things right,
Put my thoughts aside,
Attempting to make this world a better place,
But I'm so weak and weary,
From dealing with this pain,
That I just can't seem to make go away.

I build myself up,
Just to watch myself fall again,
It never changes,
(It always remains the same)
Constant struggle that I've grown accustomed to,
Hoping that some day things will be different,
But it always ends before I have the chance to make amends,
This is the end of me,
(Does this have to be the end of us?)
These wounds are too deep,
When will the healing start for me?
(Scars are only skin-deep)

I've lost everything,
You should turn and run away,
Because anyone who gets close to me,
Just becomes a memory,
Which is all I seem to keep,
Reliving every step I've taken,
The path I've chosen,
Leads to misery,
I never got the chance,
To put your picture on my wall,
And now I'm unsure,
That I'll ever get to...

I build myself up,
Just to watch myself fall again,
It never changes,
(It always remains the same)
Constant struggle that I've grown accustomed to,
Hoping that some day things will be different,
But it always ends before I have the chance to make amends,
This is the end of me,
(Does this have to be the end of us?)
These wounds are too deep,
When will the healing start for me?
(Scars are only skin-deep)

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