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Post by x__powerABUSE on Jun 13, 2005 23:24:56 GMT -5
“I Blame You”
For everything that’s happened For everything you’ve done For all my heartache I’m where it begun I only blame myself For the hatred in my heart The tears in my eyes Why I’m falling apart My armored soul My wet worn eyes I blame myself For all your lies For what I’ve done I punish my skin But I blame you For the brokenness within For the sleepless nights For the love I feel For convincing my heart Your words were real No matter what you try to do It won’t get better, I blame you!
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Post by Aish on Jun 14, 2005 1:35:46 GMT -5
[My armored soul My wet worn eyes] Really, really like this part.
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Post by x__powerABUSE on Jun 14, 2005 20:43:21 GMT -5
Heh thanks. Now that I'm reading this sober... It doesn't seem to make much sense. heh, oh well. Thanks for commenting.
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Post by Aish on Jun 15, 2005 11:43:57 GMT -5
Heh. I actually took this as a pretty truthful statetment. We always punish ourselves, don't we? But in the end, you still spat some venom at the f*cker. Very identifiable, especially from a tender little spot of inebriation. ;-)
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Post by x__powerABUSE on Jun 15, 2005 17:35:09 GMT -5
Heh. Yeah. I see what you're saying. I feel the same, I just wasn't sure if I was able to capture that with this piece cause I was to f*cked up to think straight. But I think I write better when I'm f*cked up... well maybe not better, but definately more honest and from the heart.
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