you can not help anyone
unwilling to make a change
you can not make anyone
look at life and rearrange
their ways
you can not make dreams
out of nothing
you can not make dreams
into something
that matters to them
i am tired, spent
i dont know where i went
my thoughts beating me down
yesterdays clown
i wipe away the face
everyday state my case
try to make you smile
knowing all the while
you don't see me
i am tired, spent
my thoughts sometimes bent
i don't know what to do
to explain any of this to you
i wipe away the tears
remembering all these years
trying to make this seem
like more than just a scheme
but you won't hear it
i am tired, spent
i dont know where time went
my tears flow now
i have to be ok somehow
and act like this is fine
until i get a grip on whats mine
make my decision
a delicate incision
but its not free
i am tired, spent
i am hellbent
to make it
take this shit
and do what you will
my spirit you will not kill
i am going to be fine
i will walk the line
but i can't see
you can't help anyone
who won't help themselves
you can't help anyone
living on the shelves
rotting
you can not hold dreams
that aren't real
you can not hold dreams
to seal the deal
its over
my tears fall
final call
my heart takes one last beat
my tears fall
everything and all
you've ever known will retreat
back into my heart
back into my soul
i wont fall apart
to keep you whole
my tears fall down
i will not drown
my heart aches and becomes cold
my tears fall away
ive had my say
this pain is getting old
tie me up dont let me down
i will not be your little clown
my heart is gold and this i know
though through time it rarely did show
i am worthy of many things
perhaps not quite to wear the rings
but i have tried to be who i am
and you have claimed to understand
but in the end it meant not a thing
and here i sit to take the sting
your words pierce through my heart
like rough edged daggers tearing me apart
the blood bleeds red
but im not dead
this heart has stopped for but a time
someday in some rhyme
you'll see these pains of mine
and you won't undermine
my intentions
things i didnt mention
will become ever so clear
and you will fear
the truth coming out
what it was all about
will haunt you
i am through
i am done
i will not come undone
not for you
not for them
do what you do
i'll be damned
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Believe it or not I understand this pain.

it's those taunts that haunt


