Timless MemoriessFloating timeless
losing track of days only waiting,
good days seem to have fled.
So many mistakes
so little time,
is it no wonder I am alone.
Rip my heart out
bury it in the ground,
perhaps without it I would not care.
But I do and that's the problem
when stubborn love meets stubborn hate,
I guess I should give up.
Taking words I never said
twisting lies making up facts,
I need to remember my place.
(I forgot to bury my heart,
so it reached up and used my words.
My words are what destroy,
my place is alone.)
Floating timeless I begin to forget,
happier now that I
don't have to remember.
(Unfortunately everyone wants me to remember
that my place is below and my words