Well, here's the one song I didn't think I'd post this soon. I kinda-sorta wrote this for "her," my previous Partner-In-Crime. Of course with our recent...ahem...parting of ways, I haven't even been able to look at this.
The good news? I can look at it again without bursting into tears, glaring at nothing for an hour or so, or feeling like I've been hit in the chest with a sledgehammer.
The bad news? I don't know what I want to do with this. Is it a song? Vocalized poetry? Just a poem?
Bah, here it is.
The cheesiness factor is high. You have been warned.
4 a.m. without you
Feels like destiny
Disregarding memories
How you came to me and
I'm watching you from
Within my mind's eye
Feel so lost without you
Cliched, wishing for death
An end to the suffering
An end to the loss of you
Living alone once again
Cold and shivering
So here I stand alone
Lost adrift in time
Without a reason to go on
With only a lonely rhyme
I could make you hurt
I could make you cry
I could make you moan
I could make you mine
I could make you see
I could make you writhe
I could make you sing
I could make you mine
It's 4 a.m. again
Feeling lost without you
Helpless before the eye
Deep within my mind
The projector plays on
Regardless of emotion
Feelings mean nothing but
I cling so desperately
Even these little things
These little joys that exist
Only to hurt, to torture
My existence, my meaning
And how can I be proud
How can I stand tall
Watching the pain wither
Watching as I fall but
I could make you hurt
I could make you cry
I could make you moan
I could make you mine
I could make you see
I could make you writhe
I could make you sing
I could make you mine
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