Friday, September 29, 2006

She's Cleaning Out His Closet, While I'm Dying A Thousand Deaths

I'm on my way up to the roof, to catch a glimpse of you forgetting about me.

The girl you think has everything.... really does. But it's because she took it all from you. You're just a Juliet without the follow-through. From now on measure your lifespan by how many times your heart can take a breaking and keep on beating.

Did you think I was just wasting breath when I spoke of loyalty? I meant it in all directions. I'm loyal to his memory. I could walk this fine line between elation and fear, but we all know which way I'm going to strike the stake between my chest.

I bet your logging in just to search for more. You've always seemed like a collector. Haven't you heard Baby Girl, I'm a one of a kind. If I'm only here to sit on your shelf put yourself at ease, I found a spot for myself on the auction block.

No one is my equal because I'm the king of rain. Catch this thunderstorm. Peel the layers back and let it pour. Watch us all dance for cover. Fake it like I matter, thats a lie we can both keep.

Today I answered every question as accurately as I could. Now I'm the victim and her voice is like the sound of sirens to a house on fire. She's saving me. There's always two sides to the story and two sides to a page but you can only read one at a time. Have another drink while you skim past mine.