Post by Lauren on Oct 7, 2014 9:26:53 GMT -5
The guilt trip was used more than once.
My heart is liquid, not solid.
I pump your grief into my veins.
My body is condemned,
To your shattered mind.
Everything seems so clear
When you put it into perspective.
Tell me to jump; I ask how high?
You tell to me fall; I’m on hands and knees.
I feed off your phony smile
And clammy hands.
Tell me you care.
Make my heart beat.
I’ve been told once before,
A hand is there to balance the weight.
I believed it without any cause.
You obviously need my company.
I am a shadow for you to creep up on.
You are afraid to stand alone.
Why do I take the lead?
I depend on usage.
My heart does not take turns.
I spin around full circle,
Trying to understand
The meaning of a friend.
I gave you desire,
You shattered that gift.
I gave you a hand,
You let go.
No longer will this heart be trampled on by you.
My heart is liquid, not solid.
I pump your grief into my veins.
My body is condemned,
To your shattered mind.
Everything seems so clear
When you put it into perspective.
Tell me to jump; I ask how high?
You tell to me fall; I’m on hands and knees.
I feed off your phony smile
And clammy hands.
Tell me you care.
Make my heart beat.
I’ve been told once before,
A hand is there to balance the weight.
I believed it without any cause.
You obviously need my company.
I am a shadow for you to creep up on.
You are afraid to stand alone.
Why do I take the lead?
I depend on usage.
My heart does not take turns.
I spin around full circle,
Trying to understand
The meaning of a friend.
I gave you desire,
You shattered that gift.
I gave you a hand,
You let go.
No longer will this heart be trampled on by you.
This was something I wrote in my high school days. Losing a friend is similar to going through a break up. They're both intense relationships; you share a lot with the other person, emotionally, physically and mentally. It certainly does hurt.