Envy , Love , Suicide

A representation on how i sometimes feel about life , well basically a girl thinking bout her life woth a particular someone .

Laying here just waiting for you ,

and forever ill wait ,

just to grow old with thoughts of us

and never have to worry about shed tears,

gives me something to look forward to in my life.

makes me belive that life is worth something,

and that something is you.

 

Thinking back to years where times were rough

thought it would be the end for me ,

that i wasnt meant to be

worthless , meanless , useless,

thats all ill ever be i said

but you took a firm grasp of my hand

and told me i was meant to be

that I am part of this everyday journey

and the world is tradgic without me.

 

Slowly i flash back ,

And think about the reality ,

How i am not with you , but your with her , happy.

just because im frigid , depressed , and different too

doesnt mean i have no heart , and cant belong with you,

And if those words of meaning , had really happen to be,

i wouldnt be laying here ,

reminising about these dreams.

 

So here i lay once again,

with a frigid gun to my head

thinking about everything thats life,

and things that you have said ,

but to you am i important ?

no , that can be true ?

becasue now i am dead ,

and she is still with you.