April 22, 2007

• Oh yes, I know this tension that you speak of
  
  We're in the palm of a hand making a fist
  
  It'd be best for one of us to speak up
  
  But we prefer to pretend it does not exist

  And you can't see past the blood on my hands
  
  To see that you've been aptly damned
  
  To fail and fail again

  Cause we're all guilty of the same things
  
  We think the thoughts whether or not we see them through
  
  And I know that I have been forgiven
  
  And I just hope you can forgive me too

  So don't you dare blame me for
  
  Prying open the door
  
  That's unleashed the bitterness
  
  That's here in the midst of this
  
  Sometimes we live for no one but ourselves

  And what we've been striving for
  
  Has turned into nothing more
  
  Than bodies limp on the floor
  
  Victims of falling short
  
  We kiss goodbye the cheek of our true love

  'Forgiven'
  by Reliant K
  

  • 4:14 pm
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