caught between life and hell,
but you never could see the difference.
to old to cry,
to to sober to laugh,
to young to die.
we loved to listen to cobains songs,
but we allways did have different meanings to them.
you heard the suicide in his voice,
and i recognized the trapt soul
because i saw it everyday in you.
i remembered how you allways pushed your limits,
cut a little deeper,went a little further.
take another hit because its not about the high.
i only just realized your limit was to die.
i was in deep with you,
but i managed to climb out...slowly.
i tried to pull you through,
i blame myself
i was the one to push you in |
Submission Name: push
