Tuesday, September 6, 2011

H.E.R.

H.E.R
Hell Everytime Remembered



I want to scream and shout and just be angry,
The feeling of wrath burns up inside me.
I can’t swallow those words coming from her,
Because all of those are lies morbid as ever.


I shouldn’t be hearing those words spoken,
Because it hurts me even more and makes me broken.
Melancholy is what I rather feel,
Mixed up with paranoia I don’t believe is real.


I can’t put up myself to think it is jealousy and wariness,
Keeping you for myself looks like it’s possessiveness.
She can make you feel less solitary because she’s near,
And that rages me more, it gives me fear.


This fervour in my veins keeps flowing,
I told you I didn’t care, I was just pretending.
This gloomy feeling kills me inch by inch,
This succumb behaviour gives me a big lump of glitch.


I don’t want to look desperate chasing you,
I hunger for your love, I wish you knew.
I want to stop her with all my might and strength,
I want to stop this sentiment towards you, but I can’t.



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