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/* I'd like to credit my close friend, whos name is forsakenreality on blogger (check him out), for helping me with this one. He did an amazing job with a remix of one of my poems. Thanks man*/


Paintings that hung upon the wall
I would sit and slowly break them all
They would fall quickly to the ground
Lying the way that our love was found

I’d shield my eyes to stop the tears
Of every pointless and wasted year
Every time you made me smile
I would sit and wonder was it all worthwhile?

Standing in that haunted home
Am I better off all alone?
Closed off the gate to my heart
But tomorrow, I know, we will part

Our love has slowly pulled away
Tears come faster everyday
My world has turned to gray
With one foot in the grave

Everyday brought us new fears
Some brought us to tears
These memories we tried to shed
But never could because of what we had said

If only they had known
What we would have grown to be
They would have left us alone
And we would have no misery

The dreams I had of you with me
The dreams I had are becoming reality
Baby you turned and looked in my eyes
You turned and looked past all the lies

We have grown so close
But it is like a lethal dose
Of something that is the end of me
Something that would set me free

Our love has slowly pulled away
Tears come faster everyday
My world has turned to gray
With one foot in the grave

Every day goes by so fast
No year can ever last
The hours fly by, no remorse
The minutes tick with little force

I began to pull away
I just could not stay
Everything began to cause pain
Everything went insane

What have I done?
I started to look at that gun
Nothing can justify this
All started when I began to be remiss

Our love has slowly pulled away
Tears come faster everyday
My world has turned to gray
With one foot in the grave

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