Two years ago I started dieing,
A little bit more every day.
Some of my days they go easy,
Some things just don't go away.
They say bad things make you stronger,
I say they make you go numb.
The pain makes you wiser,
but, that only works for some.
The broken hearts will heal,
but, the scars will remain.
Some memories will stay alive,
some like a picture tend to fade away.
Some people know about love,
some never experience it's bliss.
Some even think they have it,
but, have they ever felt like this.
When the tears are all dryed up,
quit falling on the floor.
That's just the moment in your life,
It decides to hurt you more.
Two years ago I started dieing,
a shell of what I was still stays.
An all to strange reminder,
of the time things a went my way.