These words fall through the cracks,
Because of time we can't take things back,
These mistakes we live day to day,
Leaving behind ghosts of yesterday,
Hurt by time standing still,
Beautiful words were made to kill,
We don't quite understand why we feel this way,
We begin to lose ourselves in many ways,
Life seems like a huge drawing,
Our life's can easily be erased,
Disappear without a trace,
Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust,
My grave is marked without love,
Tell MY loved ones,
I'm sorry for all I've done.
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