it dosent matter who you are or what you do.
nothing matters, not what anyone says or does.
it hurts
and it burns
it kills in the end.
i wish life was that easy, easy as some people say.
but it's not, and never will be.
people make mistakes and move on.
except me. i make mistakes
but forget about the moving on part.
that's just me.
it dosent seem right, that a life is left
with many unanswered questions.
and many missunderstood lies.
friends that treat others like shit, and lie behind their backs, they know it's not right
but do it anyways.
they risk strong friend-ships, for love.
it's like the only thing in the world worth having....
all you need....
and to watch it melt away....
it dosent matter what you say or do,
it dosent even matter that you know, it's not anything important, not an idea, nor a item. not even a memory.
but untill the fire burns my life away
or someone stabs my wounded heart.
i may die or suffer. but that doesnt compare,
to what im feeling.