Post by Laura on Aug 24, 2005 11:52:30 GMT -6
p/n: this is depressing and that's the only reason this isn't in the love section. Again, the spacing is messed.
"To August with Love"
................how do I tell your grandparents?
................how you floated
................washed down that stream of blood
................rushing out of my body
................and the floor was once empty
................now it's filling red
................I can scream all I want
................[ nothing's gonna bring you back ]
and what to do with such a mess?
what this can do to a person
a human being ready to be called a mother
just a disaster now
and I should have given birth to a baby girl
a lovely baby daughter
but she came out all wrong
and red she was, and red the doctor's hands
and red red everywhere
I closed my eyes to focus on a dream
[ this wasn't my reality ]
................and I held on
................I held on as long as I could
................[ to you ]
................didn't want to let you go
and when they cut her from me
I could feel these tears I never felt
they were seeping out of all my cracks
and bruises filled like gasoline
how I wanted to push
just set me on fire
it will burn this pain right out of the water
and spill my guts on to the floor
I don't seem to need them anymore.
................and you would have been
................more beautiful than anyone could have imagined
................because you were mine
................you were something I could call my own
................and I wanted to hold on
................longer than I did
................but you slipped right through
................and no matter how long it's been
................every hour, every minute, every second
................I'm thinking of you.
"To August with Love"
................how do I tell your grandparents?
................how you floated
................washed down that stream of blood
................rushing out of my body
................and the floor was once empty
................now it's filling red
................I can scream all I want
................[ nothing's gonna bring you back ]
and what to do with such a mess?
what this can do to a person
a human being ready to be called a mother
just a disaster now
and I should have given birth to a baby girl
a lovely baby daughter
but she came out all wrong
and red she was, and red the doctor's hands
and red red everywhere
I closed my eyes to focus on a dream
[ this wasn't my reality ]
................and I held on
................I held on as long as I could
................[ to you ]
................didn't want to let you go
and when they cut her from me
I could feel these tears I never felt
they were seeping out of all my cracks
and bruises filled like gasoline
how I wanted to push
just set me on fire
it will burn this pain right out of the water
and spill my guts on to the floor
I don't seem to need them anymore.
................and you would have been
................more beautiful than anyone could have imagined
................because you were mine
................you were something I could call my own
................and I wanted to hold on
................longer than I did
................but you slipped right through
................and no matter how long it's been
................every hour, every minute, every second
................I'm thinking of you.