Sunday, 31 January 2016

Another One

The words seems so trite
The rhymes seem so lazy
The sentiments seem so shite
I never wanted my life to turn into such a cliché
But with some things you have no fucking say
I can't stop people dying
I can't stop people leaving
God knows I've spent my whole life trying
But now I've stopped believing
That a happy middle let alone a happy ending is anything I'll ever be receiving
When someone new enters my life I immediately start grieving
For the initial light they shine upon my life is just cruel and deceiving
If only the pain they caused was as fleeting
As the stupid fucking notion that they could give my life any meaning
Maybe when I stop breathing
I'll finally discover something eternally pleasing.

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