Forgive Me….

Never thought things would turn out this way
I don’t know I guess maybe time has changed ya
Hope you don’t be a stranger
You know you are still my baby
Even after death you will still be my baby
I think I’m goin’ crazy fallin’ in the darkness
If I ever see you again please don’t be heartless
I’m going through some dark phase
Everything ain’t right I’m just havin’ complicated days
Tired of being an inmate all I see is inmates
I’m tryin’ to put us together in my blurry image
Can’t believe we are so apart from each other
I feel like I’m a ground and you are a sky full of stars
Wish I would get to you, be with you, but unfortunately
I’m trapped in these walls. Suffocating.
Lately it’s been very difficult just being me
Please forgive me.

1 Comments

  1. CD on September 24, 2011 at 6:20 AM

    Most people live in their own prison
    Even in the outside, surrounded by invisible bars
    Enslaved by the gas they need for the cars
    The money they need to pay rent
    Working their asses off, getting tired and sleep
    Having the same conversations all over again
    Laughing at meaningless jokes
    Without knowing they got nothing at the end of the day
    Ignoring life as it passes by
    They think they are free, so they stop searching for freedom
    But you know it better than me
    Outside is the wrong place to search
    Until you have freedom inside
    Keep building your own freedom with words
    And no prison, no jail bars, no guards
    can ever hold you down

    – someone in Portugal –

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