Rip my Heart Apart.

Tell me
Who's going to live my dream?
Tell me
Who's going to steal my life?

When am I going to feel it
When am I going to break
When will I finally realize
That I was just a mistake?

Love fires are uncontrollable
Like those in the forest
So how do I put it out.
How do I put it out.

One day
It's going to happen one day
And I'll be gone
And he'll be living my dream
He'll steal my life

Our songs
Become his songs
We
Becomes he
And what am I
But just a distant memory

So tell me
Where is he hiding?
When does he appear?
I'd love to be prepared
For my worst fear.

I don't know him
But he's going to live My life.
He's going to live My dream.
It's not fair
So many distressed, distraught, destroying pleas
All of them I have left

I want to scream them to you
I really, really do
Make a spark inside your ear
And let you feel some of that fear

Don't.
Please don't.
This is my life
This is My dream
I can't stand to see him steal it
This can't become something unclean.


~Too late.

by Atwood
posted on 03/25/2008