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Thursday, 31 May 2012
05:38:04 AM (GMT)
There never was a first time, not really.
And I'm starting to think there will never be a last. 
One day I was pushing needles under my skin, 
the next I was sleeping on a bed of broken glass. 

I know my own thoughts, and how the patterns go.
And so I know that these voices really aren't my own. 
I know that one day I'll regret ever believing 
the crippling fears and everything deceiving 
me, but for tonight, 
I have to pay a price
just to have some peace,
just to get to sleep,
and I promise tomorrow I'll give you a chance
but right now I'm a slave to circumstance, 
and I'm sorry I'm so weak,
I'm sorry I made a promise 
we both knew I could never keep.

Now I know you're in the business 
of bringing beauty from pain. 
And I know I can't do it myself, because after all
there's no beauty in a blood stain. 
After all I've learned, 
and everything I've seen you do,
I must be the worst of fools
to still not be trusting you. 
Please, show me a better way.
I know you are right, 
I know there's a fight, 
and my heart doesn't need to decay. 
I know you're right, 
and if you can stand the sight
of what I've become 
broken, bleeding and numb, 
I'll stay with you for the night. 

The truth is
I gave up a long time ago.
But you know what my soul sings,
and you've promised me wings,
and you'll still be here when I'm ready to fly. 

For so long I was angry
that you allowed me to cry. 
But now I see that nothing but tears
could have washed the ashes from my eyes. 

So why...
Why should I have to keep bleeding
when you're working so hard to heal me? 
Why should I be afraid of succeeding 
when you're waiting to show me the real me? 

I need no penance,
nothing to pay for what's already mine. 
I don't have to serve a sentence
when you've already payed the fine. 
I believe your promise, you'll be here when I'm weak
and when I'm under attack.
I trust in You, God, and this time
I'm not looking back.

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the_last_frigging_account says :   1 June 2012   103847  
Which promise?
 

 
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