Sitting alone looking out a cold and damp window...
Wondering why I let the world slip away from me.
Cold and bitter is my world.
Why do I have memories of a life that has left me far behind...
Looking at a man that doesn't exist anymore,
He is a compleat stranger.
I guess he is lives here...
I have part of his memories.
I despise this man.
I look at him and wonder what he was
and,
what he had done to have so many to hate him...
At night I lift my prayers up to the heavenly father and Mother Night
And,
ask why am I still here...
If this man was so Evil...
Why am I here now..?
Why am I living this mans life..?
Each day it seems little by little He is fading away...
But he calls out at night...
Calling out for the ones He lost...
I am not that man...
But yet he tries to hold on...
I want to feel...
I Want to Love like so many others do...
But he seems to get in the way...
I'm not him...
But he is always there...
I want to live life and be free...
But he keeps looking to the Past...
I wish he would fade away compleatly...
Let me be to live the life I now have,,,
But in the other hand...
He was here first...
