#175



Soon your goodbye will fade,
 You won't remember me,
 Everything we once were will be erased.
 I forgot you,
 This is never what I wanted,
 All I wanted was to give you everything,
 And now to me you mean nothing.
 Now I'm trying to open another door,
 Maybe get what I want,
 But now my mind is so sore.
 I doubt I scratched the surface,
 But maybe I made an impact.
 Rewriting the past is impossible,
 Moments don't come back,
 Well maybe I can lose some regrets if I make different steps.
 If you let me walk your way maybe I can forget,
 All I can do is hope for something because I can't stand them.
 Why won't they leave my mind?
 Giving me all those questions,
 With answers they know I'll never find,
 Just making me want to hide.
 You knew me at that time,
 I just wanted to f*ck*ng die,
 And she kept me alive.
 I used her just to keep myself up,
 And now that the wind is moving this way again I don't call it luck,
 Because in the end I know I'm f*ck*d.
 I know myself,
 I'll make another mistake,
 And more regret is something I can't take,
 Its over my head.
 Someone save me,
 I'm watching this bury me,
 Those stupid feelings are her again,
 but they are to early.
 Something's wrong,
 Time is moving to fast for me to sing those songs,
 I'm cautiously causing harm,
 And this hymn can't sing itself.
 Nothing will happen if I'm the only one taking the steps,
 I need to leave now before I find more of him,
 Regret just keeps trying to be my friend.
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Submitted on June 10, 2012

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Scheme ABCDEFFGHGIJKLMNOPQPRSTUVWBXYYZBB1 B2 3 4 XM5 6
Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 1,425
Words 279
Stanzas 1
Stanza Lengths 42

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