It's been awhile since I drop a piece, let's see if this will shake tables!!!???
[b][color =red]I am not alive.[/color]
A walk through the woods, sounds of no tomorrow.
A sudden feel of tragic sorrow.
I look at the girl sitting next to me.
She wants to be free.
Longing to feel the withdrawl of the emotions that she cried.
The horror I saw it in her eyes.
When do you realize it is time to pick up your pieces of broken dreams.
I stood there, oh how did I scream.
Looking at this girl and seeing a part of me inside of her soul.
I wonder if she can feel the things that I know.
Crazed and in complete shame.
Is this how she played the game?
I felt her touch me, I felt her pain.
Somehow I felt myself going insane.
Every mirror that I saw her image, I wanted to tell her how sorry I am.
She's been through so much, sometimes, she stands there and rocks herself, I wish she had a plan.
Lost in a world of doubt,
Theres a story, I wish I knew more about.
They say too many things have happened, since she came to town.
I know that she has been around.
She leaves her mark on anything that she touches, wonder what she touched this time.
In the sky, I see a bright light, then I see a shine.
Some have said that she is not like any of us.
She must have come from a very dark side, where there is no love.
I tried to talk to her the other night, but all she kept on saying is, 'They will never understand.'
I know I would because I have come from a dark side too, I held out my hand.
She must have sensed something different in me, because I felt her pain.
It's the information that I needed to obtain.
She followed me through this suicidal phase.
That was back in those nightmarish days.
I knew her but not in the same way.
She passed away a long time ago, now who I see is her ghost.
She must be needing to talk to me, I suppose.
I have the answers, to why she died.
I was there, because really I am not alive.
[color =blue]Written by - Fridex![/color][/b]
