Footprints

Leave me out with the waste, this is not what I do. It's the wrong kind of place to be thinking of you. It's the wrong time, she's pulling me through. It's a small crime and I have got no excuse! Is that alright if I give away my gun when it's loaded? If you don't shoot it, how am I supposed to hold it? -- 9 Crimes

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Location: India

Leave me out with the waste, this is not what I do. Its the wrong kind of place to be cheating on you. Its the wrong time, she's pulling me through. It's a small crime and I've got no excuse. Is that alright if I give my gun away when its loaded? If you dont shoot it, how am I supposed to hold it? -- 9 Crimes

Monday, August 14, 2006

i aint no angel

It all began the day i was born
you had nothing to do but sit and mourn
you searched for a halo around my head
and all i did was wish i were dead
your shrieks and screams were all i ever heard
how could i look beyond with a vision so blurred?
did you ever notice the tears i shed?
did you ever feel the emptiness i felt?
standing under the sky you showed me the stars
and i wondered if you'd ever see the scars.....
you blessed me with this fear of life
and forced me again to survive and thrive
but i aint succumbing to your wounds no more
i've finally woken up and seen the door
this path will disconnect me from your world
where heads are banged and stones are hurled
was always aloof but never alone
completely oblivion to the sun that shone
nowhere's the place i call a home
aint gon' follow no footsteps i'm making my own......
for the sin my soul will redeem
your love so alien i dont know what it means
no fighting back, no peace, no pain
i've found my wings, i cant be your angel again....

2 Comments:

Blogger Anirudh 'Lallan' Choudhry said...

wo wo wo ...everythin inplace?

7:32 AM  
Blogger PrimaDonna said...

yup.....EVERYTHING.......

11:00 AM  

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