Past, Present and Future
A blast from the past is just what I needed,
To get this black heart rebleeding.
I thought I was done with the sorrow,
Wait! There will still be more tomorrow.
I guess I made this bed is what I’m told,
Stay alone and lonely till I grow old.
Funny how the present feels so much like the past,
Wishing tears would fall, I’m sorry I asked.
So many feelings I have inside,
All them screaming and willing to die.
Just one more touch, one more kiss,
Would it be that bad or just blindly miss?
I have wanted for so long,
Yet here I stand still playing the song.
I have worn out my heart with sorrow and pain,
Wish I could just wash away in a down pour rain.
I will be here tomorrow as well,
I am damned to this hell.
I am nothing more than a memory making you feel,
and when you move on and kiss him, that memory makes it real.
I am sorry for all I have done,
I am to blame, I took away the sun.
I made this world black and chilly,
Guess I am the shame, how stupid and silly.
I will have the burden tattooed on my chest,
And all will blame me when I finally put down to rest.
They will say, “He is the one who stole the light.”
“Burn his body and black heart,” they will cry tonight.
And I will burn like I have before,
And God will laugh as I wake up sore.
He will explain, ” You cannot die you selfish man.”
“This is your hell to live in sorrow, you are damned.”
And as I stand from my grave of my past,
realize this pain will last.
All the present happiness I can wish for you,
Is nothing more than another day of sorrow I will live through.
So now I’ll try to close my eyes and hope for death,
Like I do every night just before my awake has left.
If I wake in the morning tomorrow,
Please Lord, can I feel less sorrow?
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