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Time for Mourning

Contributed by daydreamer on Saturday, 7th June 2003 @ 10:35:00 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

I trusted you with all my being
How fake you were is all I am seeing
Why couldnt you let me have my moment of glory?
Why did you have to go and tell everyone that false story?
Dont you see every time you tell a lie?
It makes one more person see through you and sigh
Why would you try to bring me down?
Dont you see you are making yourself look like a clown?
Take another shot of the liquid in that syringe
Act like you dont notice everyone who walks by cringe
You are a disgusting sight with holes up your arm
When did you stop caring, when did you stop seeing the harm
Why would you not get help when I did?
You were so little when you started, just a kid
Now you have a little one of your own you need to take care of
Along time ago you said there is one thing that can over come anything, love
I watched you every night through a little more of your life away
I tried to help you but you called me every name in the book and pushed me away
I held you the other night as you cried in my arms saying you were tired
You wanted to quit but you didnt know any other way to deal with just being fired
You handed me your baby boy and told me to watch him for the night
I took the baby thinking it would be like any other time and you would come for him at first light
Little did I know I would be the one coming to identify your corpse in the morning?
I know the next few weeks your son, for you, will be mourning
I cried at the sight of you curled and naked on the floor with a needle by your side
I wont tell your son the way they found you, the way you died
I will give you the dignity but why, why couldnt you stop for your son
I hope now you can see what damage your addiction has done
But I promise to raise your son like he was my own
And make sure he wont have to face any problem alone
I hope to be able to help him, unlike the way I was unable to help you
But I promise weather it be rain or shine we will make it through
Now that you are gone our pack that we made will go on till I die
We will be together forever even if we dont see eye to eye

Copyright © daydreamer ... [ 2003-06-07 22:35:00]
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