And the toil of the years,
brought on a simple yet better sweet sufferage.
And she looked down from above,
not saying she was an angel or anything.
Far, far from it.
But she did have this special way about her.
And she didn't know which direction to go now.
it was all upset.
For the bottle had finally won her over.
And she sipped silence off the top,
and regret followed with it.
How far she had tred.
Countless hours in her head.
Time and continued stories, that unravel
with life's heartbeat.
She doesn't want to feel alone,
but she does.
And in this vain attempt to cry,
there were no tears left.
Only that vanity was left,
bring her to a screeching holt...
Chew off the nonsense of the day,
and reflect on what may come of this.
But it was only brief, this derailment.
Shattered window pain, have she not.
And by grace she is swallowed into an epiphany...
that the lost soul was his, not hers.
And was it worth it?
All that time?
All that striving.
She put it into a feeling,
and called it bitter sweet.
brought on a simple yet better sweet sufferage.
And she looked down from above,
not saying she was an angel or anything.
Far, far from it.
But she did have this special way about her.
And she didn't know which direction to go now.
it was all upset.
For the bottle had finally won her over.
And she sipped silence off the top,
and regret followed with it.
How far she had tred.
Countless hours in her head.
Time and continued stories, that unravel
with life's heartbeat.
She doesn't want to feel alone,
but she does.
And in this vain attempt to cry,
there were no tears left.
Only that vanity was left,
bring her to a screeching holt...
Chew off the nonsense of the day,
and reflect on what may come of this.
But it was only brief, this derailment.
Shattered window pain, have she not.
And by grace she is swallowed into an epiphany...
that the lost soul was his, not hers.
And was it worth it?
All that time?
All that striving.
She put it into a feeling,
and called it bitter sweet.