The Bottle
I can't bring myself to a place anymore where i subtly focus on me
for too many times i did before and the shame still burdens me
to be so self-seeking
yet, to give the inner parts away
a vile concoction of twisted truth
and feelings gone astray
so hush, this shadow
go ahead, walk on by
and pray it'll all be different tomorrow
and hope its not a lie
for i can do nothing but weep
like a weaned child... drift to sleep
for too many times i did before and the shame still burdens me
to be so self-seeking
yet, to give the inner parts away
a vile concoction of twisted truth
and feelings gone astray
so hush, this shadow
go ahead, walk on by
and pray it'll all be different tomorrow
and hope its not a lie
for i can do nothing but weep
like a weaned child... drift to sleep
posted by Dan @ 2:59 PM
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