The Best You've Ever Had Is Just A Memory.
When I said forever,
I meant till I died,
You meant till you couldn’t take it anymore,
*And you cast me aside.*
The broken fragments of my heart,
Lay shattered on the floor,
I tread carefully when I walk,
*And my face drops when I see you at my door.*
The ghost of you haunts my
Tainted existence,
Your shadow lingers in my very soul,
*Anguishing; languishing* around like incense.
The pain splinters through my veins,
Leaving me crying evermore,
My mind relapsed,
And my heart *bleeding in remorse.*
There’s a hole in my heart,
Of where you used to be,
When I used to walk carefree,
Only ever thinking of you and me.
But I guess I’m rid of you now,
I banished your ghost from my soul,
Along with the painful memories stole.
The pictures are in a box,
The love we shared under key and lock
*So, Goodnight Pandora,
I’ve thrown away the key,
Scream all you want,
Because the irony is;
The best you’ve ever had is just a memory.
Of course in the world of the ideal,
I’d have wanted friendship and peace,
To put it all behind us,
And for the hatred to cease.
But since when is the world fair?
How was I supposed to know you wouldn’t care?
You ran away into the woods scared and frightened,
*Every act of evasion you took; made the rope around my neck tighten.*
You left me for dead my angel,
How could someone
I thought to be so perfect,
Be so full of such distaste?
You used to hold me with those arms,
Warmly wrap them around my waist,
Used to tell me everything was going to be okay;
*and now crush me?*
All the love we shared was a dream,
*A bitter-sweet fantasy,
A farfetched theorem,*
Never to amount to what it seemed.
*I close my eyes and hold my breathe,
And Scream so loud with
thoughts of death,*
These are my thoughts of you now angel…
The pictures are in a box,
The love we shared under key and lock
*So, Goodnight Pandora,
I’ve thrown away the key,
Scream all you want,
Because the irony is;
You’re never coming out!
I laugh when I hear you shout!
But sometime I sit and smile,
When I think of you for a while…
A wise old man once told me,
“you are at your most vulnerable, when you are at your happiest”,
That wise old man knows this,
Because he’s seen it all at sea
“life throws you challenges,
And to be strong you must overcome them.
Because ultimately,
When all said and done,
It is better to have loved,
Than to have no loved at all”.
The wise old man smiles and laughs,
He pities the young girl who broke the young lads heart.
“Shame on thee to be so selfish,
To be so cowardly,
Without no shred of decency.
Did you at any point consider?
The pain you’ve caused?
Or hinder?
On what you’ve done?
Now BEGONE!”
He then lights his pipe and sips his tea,
“The real irony of this all is the dream,
Dreamt in stupidity by the smitten young lad,
Who is now far wiser than he once was
And this is because,
After seeing it all at sea.
And now seeing at first hand what its like to be me,
Yes; indeed,
The wise old man,
That wise old man-
The wise old man is in actual fact
The wise old man Is me.
I meant till I died,
You meant till you couldn’t take it anymore,
*And you cast me aside.*
The broken fragments of my heart,
Lay shattered on the floor,
I tread carefully when I walk,
*And my face drops when I see you at my door.*
The ghost of you haunts my
Tainted existence,
Your shadow lingers in my very soul,
*Anguishing; languishing* around like incense.
The pain splinters through my veins,
Leaving me crying evermore,
My mind relapsed,
And my heart *bleeding in remorse.*
There’s a hole in my heart,
Of where you used to be,
When I used to walk carefree,
Only ever thinking of you and me.
But I guess I’m rid of you now,
I banished your ghost from my soul,
Along with the painful memories stole.
The pictures are in a box,
The love we shared under key and lock
*So, Goodnight Pandora,
I’ve thrown away the key,
Scream all you want,
Because the irony is;
The best you’ve ever had is just a memory.
Of course in the world of the ideal,
I’d have wanted friendship and peace,
To put it all behind us,
And for the hatred to cease.
But since when is the world fair?
How was I supposed to know you wouldn’t care?
You ran away into the woods scared and frightened,
*Every act of evasion you took; made the rope around my neck tighten.*
You left me for dead my angel,
How could someone
I thought to be so perfect,
Be so full of such distaste?
You used to hold me with those arms,
Warmly wrap them around my waist,
Used to tell me everything was going to be okay;
*and now crush me?*
All the love we shared was a dream,
*A bitter-sweet fantasy,
A farfetched theorem,*
Never to amount to what it seemed.
*I close my eyes and hold my breathe,
And Scream so loud with
thoughts of death,*
These are my thoughts of you now angel…
The pictures are in a box,
The love we shared under key and lock
*So, Goodnight Pandora,
I’ve thrown away the key,
Scream all you want,
Because the irony is;
You’re never coming out!
I laugh when I hear you shout!
But sometime I sit and smile,
When I think of you for a while…
A wise old man once told me,
“you are at your most vulnerable, when you are at your happiest”,
That wise old man knows this,
Because he’s seen it all at sea
“life throws you challenges,
And to be strong you must overcome them.
Because ultimately,
When all said and done,
It is better to have loved,
Than to have no loved at all”.
The wise old man smiles and laughs,
He pities the young girl who broke the young lads heart.
“Shame on thee to be so selfish,
To be so cowardly,
Without no shred of decency.
Did you at any point consider?
The pain you’ve caused?
Or hinder?
On what you’ve done?
Now BEGONE!”
He then lights his pipe and sips his tea,
“The real irony of this all is the dream,
Dreamt in stupidity by the smitten young lad,
Who is now far wiser than he once was
And this is because,
After seeing it all at sea.
And now seeing at first hand what its like to be me,
Yes; indeed,
The wise old man,
That wise old man-
The wise old man is in actual fact
The wise old man Is me.