HelpMe!

Im over the top,
its hard to stop,
its called the snowball effect,
and sadly its not really a laught.
im sorry i hurt you,
i realy fucked up.
jelous and angry at my own stupid self.
im runnin on empty.
i could be losen my mind,
and the thing which keeps me going
is rembern when she was mine.
but as it is it wont ease the pain,
and tonight i cant face the rain.
i work in a office, its to often to hot.
noone understands me, for it seems im now lost.
its a place called limbo and i need out,
but you could be my helpin hand,
but then again you wont.
and i could forget you,
but tbh your my last hope.
and im holdin on till everyone is gone,
cause everything i love is lost as if someones taken it away.
so what to do and were this ends well who can say?

another sorry story.

Noone can find u here,
lest not tonite. But i first have to sleep to find here,
but with little faith sadly i lose face, who is that in the mirror tonite?
hopefully me

And a teardrop falls and breaks into a million dimonds
each more beautifull then the last screamin stay with me,
lest let me not wake from this dream,
lest let me pretend,
lest let me hold on five minutes more!

touch me once more.

Its easy for you to say it hasnt gone wrong as you sit on your throne,

while i chew on old bones,

im so dry, im soo old.

so the ringin in my ears is gettin louder,

and the bed grows more uncomfertable,

im drinkin from a empty glass of water

which i supose is good as it doesnt matter if it spills.

i havent got the biggest volcably,

so it means i have have less words to say so much.

but words dont matter really as all i want is your touch.

Feelin the end close i lose count, time isnt on my side nor by my side. im alone as always the screen lightin the dark, but not my heart, to long in the cold has made me cold. to old to pretend this will end, things willl get better. nothing ventured nothing gained. im lost in a world of black and feel nothing but pain. it takes my breath it feels like death, its fucked up and i feel i have nothing left. slipin in rivers deep, knifes cut and blood leaks. we could be, you could save. but im not brave enought to fight to find you. im a loser and you can see right through me. ignor me, use me, i need you and to be lost by your side, more then a ride more then before, im sure i can hold on and pretend i never need anymore.

but,

i do, i need so much more and its not you. infact laught out loud, who are you? the devil on my shoulder, im so much older then wise, and still with every fuck up its a surpize, help me out of my wet clothes tonight, i need to help myself i need to fight. but im tired and worn down. high notes and strings keep me from losen, and my final thought isnt worth the brain its thought with but thats ok,

or is it?

who the fuck am i tonight? im so lost i cant fight, so with no fight left the light flickers the end get so much nearer. please dry those tears my dear. we seen it comin but you cant help, and as much as i wish i could reach out, i cant. im just passin time get lower and lower, deeper and deeper. the one who got away is my still flame, its my blame, with out aim who could i be?

five more minutes. promise.

Staren at the sun from the bottem of the river, i could feel my last breath leave me.

i could say i felt calm but i haver never known that feeling in my life so i couldnt tell you thats what this feelin was.

and so this stone round my neck sinks deeper then i ever could. but tho thats not to say i wouldnt. well how could you tell what depths you could sink to?

so the sun is like a gold ring, and i chase it for hours, its just out of reach, just a little to far.

five more minuites. just five more...................

so the bottem of the river was suddlen dark. it was on fire with not so much as a goodbye, and still the stone sank. deeper and down. and i left all i loved behind, for it was what i had to do. all i could do, for if you love something you have to let it go, and i let go of you.

no0, five more minutes, just five more, please, five more minutessssss......

i never really known love, never knew my father, my mother worked long hours, or well they seemed long when your young and the world is so new. but thats what can happenin. they take of the love you once knew.

late again fuck sake.

You are the one who got away its ok to like.

if love can make you, then love can break you, and its all i can do.

but tell you over and over again, that its you, its you.............


its you.............................................

your face reminds me of the one who got away and you may wonder how she got away,
well im not the man i wish i was and i let her slip throught fingers the night before.
let the pack lead me, thinkin i missin the best times, but those times were rought,
those times were shit, tbh i was better off in a warm bed insted of dark nights.
but who would of guessed and you remind me of her, she could be you..

you are the one who got away its ok to like.

yea im sound, im just worried about you, and how it would of affect you it bein mine

i often wonder bout a little lady, or even a boy, but it jsut isnt me, you see i bearly take care of myself, i can bearly tell the time after to many bottles, i can hardly make it to work with out hittin the five past mark, im not a father figer im more a loose cannon wishin i was someone else but what the haps, its crazy the best bit of me ran down my mothers leg.