We all go through pain.
We all suffer.
We all live down danger lane.
But I couldn't care it's the way I live.
The wonderfull silence of loneliness.
The essence of being hated.
All because I never had happyness.
Love kills in the most hurtful ways.
Why did you have to end it?
I think about you every day.
I still love you.
I always have.
Do you still love me too?
Why did it have to end?
Why I ask is cause we make our fate.
All you had to do was just hit send.
My love for you may never leave.
It's there for you and always will be.
And it will always be ready to leave.
We make our own fate.
Whether if we chose to love or hate.
Be early or late.
I will not rest tell I find your love.
Whatever I did wrong I'm sorry.
You are as fragile as a dove.
I wish you were here.
And not up above.
What did I say or do?
What ever it was I did not mean to offend.
I've been through hell and back.
I miss you so much.
My love is yours and that's a fact.
I now have the wonderful silence of loneliness.
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Some are hunted some are killed,
All that's hurt if lucky will be shealed.
However the ones who are wanted the most,
Shall have no futer, no love, and no hoast...
All that's hurt if lucky will be shealed.
However the ones who are wanted the most,
Shall have no futer, no love, and no hoast...