Knocking on Graves
I'm resurecting ghosts of past loves that wasn't really there
Lapping MD 20/20 off the gentle slopes of your body and waiting until you sleep to caress your Vampire Red hair
How many times have you said you loved me, when you don't even know what real love means
How many times did we hide behind that curtain as we daily turned ourselves into feinds
I don't know how eyes as sincere as yours could look into mine and lie
When I found out what they where really trying to tell me, all I could do is die(inside)
So now I know the truth, the real you, whatever that may mean to me
You taught me about your kind and that will always remind me to never let anyone else restrict me from being free
What's left of me is a shining, empty cup that's waiting to be filled
Once it's full, I'll never again let it be spilled
Love is real and that is something you could never be
I poured my heart and soul into you and your children, in hopes that one day they might see
Now I'm done with those days, there's no use digging up graves of the past
I should have known(and was warned) that something such as this could never last
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