Three to Four Weeks.
That's all I have left with you if something doesn't change.
As the time dwindles down like sand in a hourglass
my heart dies while slowing it's beat a little more each day.
Sleep doesn't comfort this heart of mine.
Food feels like dirt in my mouth.
The peace I once took in drink doesn't even help.
I've reached a point where I'm afraid.
I still wake up everyday and try to find hope.
I still try to find a job.
I even considered two jobs.
I don't know what will happen anymore though.
I try not to get angry and lash out at you.
You said you'd keep me forever. . .
you'd never let me go no matter what. . .
You said I could have you if I wanted you. . .
You and your mom both supposedly opened your doors to me. . .
You said all these things and yet. . .
now am I to be thrown to the curb?
How could you say those things to me and not mean them?
How could you make such promises and apparently
not intend on keeping them?
Have I not proved myself to be as I said I was?
Have I not loved you whole-heartily with everything in me?
Have I not shown you that I would give you anything and do anything I could to help you?
Have I not shown you the Hell I would go through for you?
Has my words and deeds fallen on a deaf heart as well as ears?
And now I'm here wordless and numb.
I only wish that when that last day, that last kiss, that last hug comes. . .
that you will say "I'll never Let You Go" and mean it. . . .
I hope you know that if you let me go. . .you're making a mistake.
I gave you and was willing to give you everything
Every thing Joel Belman.
mood:  numb music: while you lips are still red - Nightwish |