Post by logan on Jan 19, 2006 20:21:07 GMT -5
I laughed and shook his hand, and made my way back home
I searched a far the land, for years and years I roamed
I gazed a gazey stare, we walked a million hills
I must have died a long, a long long time ago
Who knows? not me
I never lost control
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world
I hadn't seen it coming, it was right underneath my reach, and I just couldn't grab it. I was losing myself. Slowly dying, in a world of hate, and misery. I was losing myself, fading away, and soon I'd become just a shadow of my former self. I had lost it.
Logan: Lost myself..
Sitting down in my not so comfortable locker room, I went on with deep thoughts. I realized the title match was dawning closer, and I felt the least bit excited about it. Maybe I was dying, maybe a loved one was dying..
Logan: Don't..
When someone dies, and goes away that you've cared about for so long your hurt. Your hurt on the inside, and the outside. It makes your the light of your life go away, everything becomes depressing all around you. Daily things you usually do fade away, and you find yourself digger deeper into sorrow. Rage, and sorrow come together easily. You hate anyone you want, and grieve for the love you lost. I felt so sorry for it. I wasn't giving much for this.. I didn't care anymore. I was losing something, and I hide it away from WCF. I hide my emotion away, and acted like it didn't bother me.. for the good of the title belt. But I'm losing something, and it's just killing me thinking about...
Logan: Don't leave.
I was fully exposed now, no point to hide it any longer. I was already dead, myself. All I needed more, was a miracle.
I searched a far the land, for years and years I roamed
I gazed a gazey stare, we walked a million hills
I must have died a long, a long long time ago
Who knows? not me
I never lost control
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world
I hadn't seen it coming, it was right underneath my reach, and I just couldn't grab it. I was losing myself. Slowly dying, in a world of hate, and misery. I was losing myself, fading away, and soon I'd become just a shadow of my former self. I had lost it.
Logan: Lost myself..
Sitting down in my not so comfortable locker room, I went on with deep thoughts. I realized the title match was dawning closer, and I felt the least bit excited about it. Maybe I was dying, maybe a loved one was dying..
Logan: Don't..
When someone dies, and goes away that you've cared about for so long your hurt. Your hurt on the inside, and the outside. It makes your the light of your life go away, everything becomes depressing all around you. Daily things you usually do fade away, and you find yourself digger deeper into sorrow. Rage, and sorrow come together easily. You hate anyone you want, and grieve for the love you lost. I felt so sorry for it. I wasn't giving much for this.. I didn't care anymore. I was losing something, and I hide it away from WCF. I hide my emotion away, and acted like it didn't bother me.. for the good of the title belt. But I'm losing something, and it's just killing me thinking about...
Logan: Don't leave.
I was fully exposed now, no point to hide it any longer. I was already dead, myself. All I needed more, was a miracle.
