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ZachSmith

Show me, just tell me why.
You've been restored, now resurrect your own self pity.
I've been shown more, I've been shown life.
Taste of what you cannot have, my grasp.
Move away, your time has passed, you light faded.

See me, know me, realize you're gone.
Kill me, shame me, understand you're dead.
Why life how someone else thinks best?
Follow no more, I can do miserable on my own.

I live my own way,
I live my own alone.

I hate you, just know, somehow.
Just know, someday.
give feedback elsewhere :J:
(09-14-2013, 09:24 AM)ZachSmith Wrote: [ -> ]Show me, just tell me why.
You've been restored, now resurrect your own self pity.
I've been shown more, I've been shown life.
Taste of what you cannot have, my grasp.
Move away, your time has passed, you light faded.

See me, know me, realize you're gone.
Kill me, shame me, understand you're dead.
Why life how someone else thinks best?
Follow no more, I can do miserable on my own.

I live my own way,
I live my own alone.

I hate you, just know, somehow.
Just know, someday.

not much I can use here but I guess I can try . . .

I see wilted, time, grasp and sunflower, maybe taste too, the rest is pure crap.

The sun can't taste the sunflowers -
they strangle in her grasp,
and so she stares from far, for hours.
The sun can't taste. The sunflowers
wilt without the soothing showers
imprisoned by the root-borne hasp
the sun can't taste. The sunflowers,
they strangle in her grasp.