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The Realization
Contributed by
Wicked
on
Thursday, 18th March 2004 @ 03:18:30 AM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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I sit holding the phone in my hand a feeling of lost hope
The end, no more, like a knot tightening at the end of a rope
Where do i go from here theres nothing left at all of me
Your goodbye, your coldness, that which is nevermore to be
Letting the phone drop to the floor i follow behind it closely
The emptiness in my stomach thats all thats left supposedly
Your words come back to haunt me over and over its the same
I was a tool, a toy, in your twisted ploy of a heartbreaking game
Reaching out to nothing, the darkness holding me in its embrace
I wonder what can be put back together what can take your place
A long sigh of realization hits me so very hard and so true
Its really over, your're really gone, the scar embedded this i know for sure
Copyright ©
Wicked
... [
2004-03-18 03:18:30] (Date/Time posted on
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