8/12/06

FIVE THOUSAND CHOICES

5,000 choices,
The right one has not yet been made.
5,000 and 1,
The best still hasn't come.
Every choice leads to disaster,
And every disaster has it's crime scene.
All have left,
And the finger prints belong to me

I'm sorry it's over,
And right now is to late.
You don't want any thing to do with me

A choice not made,
Is a decision not to act.
And a decision not to act,
Could be a choice to fail.
Failing has it's failures,
Failures often fall.
But sometimes i think,
I am the lowest,
Still without a call.

So i'm sorry it's over,
And right now... is to late.
You don't want any thing to do with me.

So here are the peices,
Broken and tattered.
Even the smallest,
Has more time to shatter.

An open wound will always bleed.
And my heart will always love.
can love bring pain?
Pain by One has shown the greatest love.
Love brings pain.
And sometimes... pain brings love.

I'm sorry it's over,
And... right now... is to late.
You don't want anything to do with me.