Weak

October 26, 2007
By Danielle Knudson, Thousand Oaks, CA

It always starts with the worst of me
And always ends with the best of you
Time after time,
I pick the scabs off my bleeding heart
the cuts are still fresh underneath
And I uncontrollably start to bleed

I’m not weak
I swear I’m not weak
I’m so weak

All my thoughts race back to you
Over and under, around and through,
This is how it’s been ever since I met you

I’m not weak
I swear I’m not weak
I’m so weak

I no longer dream anymore
My imagination has faded, disappeared
I know what I want
But I just can’t get there

I thought I was strong
I used to be strong
I’m so weak
And you’ve moved on.


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