She sits on the floor hugging her knees.
Looks you in the eyes,
and decides its time to leave.
She packs up her things,
confusion overruling intimate feelings.
Betrayal, backstabing...
wounds left open,
never given enough time for the first layer of scabs to appear
cuz he always comes back in time,
to peel it back to further bleed.
You want to know what she's doin,
but tears have got her vocals paralyzed...
she promised she'd die first,
before ever letting you see her cry.
You throw her bag to the ground and grab her,
trying to stop her from packing her heart,
beg her not to leave.
A smile of disbelief crosses her lips,
as she softly says "you trippin.....move please"
Thoughts are swarming,
as make- up eyelashes begin warming,
this was something,
thats now sadly over.
Once was so warm,
she's giving you the coldest shoulder.
The beginning thats now left to a closing.
Time to a end,
as you watch her pick her bags up again.
She looks at you for the final time...
bites her lip to resist a frown.
Holds her head up,
and puts a bag on her shoulder,
hands you a note,
that says its done, im gone, this is over...
All you had to do was to come after,
love her til the end,
like time didnt matter.
But now times the factor...
And if your not quick...
Her you'll never be able to run after.



10-17----11/6/08 this thought was completed :)


Another song brought to you by the Shyboogie Box....as i listened to this and pushed him away**