Monday, October 25, 2010

The Faux Pas Press #68

As I Walk Into the Night

I didn’t think I would be so scared.
I didn’t think I would be so petrified.
I didn’t think I’d feel the hurt and all the damage of my past
when I threw it all away.

I didn’t think you would remorse.
I didn’t think you would feel victimized.
I didn’t think you’d use the scars built up
for all those painful years and throw them in my face.

No, you ain’t got to cry.
I’ve got my feet lined up on my own coffin
so forget me when I die.

No, I stepped down from your fight
and I’m all alone on my long day’s journey
as I walk into the night.

I never thought I could feel so new.
I never thought I could feel justified.
I never thought that I could breathe and feel
the way that I do now when I said
what I had to say.

I never thought I would be this clean.
I never thought I could feel dignified.
I never thought that I could burn a
narrative and write with my own pen
now the anger’s gone away.

No, you ain’t got to cry.
I’ve got my feet lined up in my own coffin
so forget me when I die.

No, I stepped down from your fight
and I’m all alone on my long day’s journey
as I walk into the night.

No, you ain’t got to cry.
I’ve got my feet lined up in my own coffin
so forget me when I die.

No, I stepped down from your fight
and I’m all alone on my long day’s journey
as I walk into the night.

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