Not The One - 9/27/05

This overwhelming guilt, Like an inmate on death row, I need this suicide pill, To escape fear I don't know. Knowing the end is closing, And still dragging it on, I know I was not chosen, But I'm afraid to be gone. It won't get in my heart, I am not your only one, Until I've fallen apart, You will have not yet won. Cursing you in disguist, As I give all I can find, You destroyed my trust, And left my hopes behind. Your words are worth less, Then paper used to write, How you have made a mess, Out of mine and your life. I'd say sorry for it all, If I knew what I have done, I will not take this fall, If I am not your only one.