Living for Myself

You're sorry.
What does that mean?
Nothing.
You admit to everything you've done.
Should I forgive you?
Never.
Why should I?
You destroyed everything.
As I stood silent.
Just a victim of this agony.
And unsuspecting hurt...
Peter Pan and Wendy turned out fine
But what makes you think that we will?
If I'm saying no,
Then we never can.
Take a bow, my dear.
You've lost everything that was yours.
And the only reason you're crawling back
Is because you want it all again.
I don't have it,
And you wouldn't get it if I did.
Poor baby.
With a frown stuck to your face.
You didn't deserve any of this, you say to yourself.
Really?
I disagree.
That's what you get when you break an innocent mind
An innocent heart...
That is loved by many.
An army behind them.
I'd like to be bigger than this,
But it's time now
To be sucked into ignorant and wanted bliss
I don't care anymore
You'll have to bury this body.
The body I'm choosing to ignore
I'll be alright
Head held high, I'll walk in the light
Singing, smiling, shining bright
I may fall,
But I know how to rise
Will you ever learn this skill?
No, you have no inner will
Sorry for your sorrow
But don't even think of stealing mine





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