The Used To Be Personality
The things we used to say, the things we used to hear, only have one
thing in common, that they used to be. The things we used to love, the
things we used to hate, only have one thing in common, that they used
to be. I used to be nothing but a thought with no name. I used to be a
nobody, and just another face. I used to be a unheard, I used to be an
angle with the white lit wings. I used to be every thing you wanted,
but now theres nothing in common with you and me.
The Perfect Mistake One
The only perfect mistake were the things I didn't do, but yet I made
the same mistake by opening up to you. My words meant nothing, and
flew right through. I took a chance on you, and then you broke me into
two. My puzzel pieces were lost, all because of you, but you thought
another sorry would do.
The Perfect Mistake Two
My tears were for you because you built me up to distory me. If its an
army you want then go a head, just dont darft me. I faught a war on my
own, and then came out standing, I stood expressionless through death,
and if thats the battle you will fight, I will not join you. I have
faught off the evil that has came with life, and I dont want yours. If
it's a problem you want, here are my shoes, take a step or two.