Breaking Me Down
I am what I am,
Why can't you understand?
I do what I do,
Because I will not act a fool.
Chance after chance,
You only give a glance.
Without a shake or a sound,
Your breaking me down!
I try to run and run,
But you've taken my sun.
Time is running low
And I need to stop that flow,
Of blood gushing from this wound.
From the fight in the saloon
Like a stream, blood flows from my heart
Through the hole where I'm ripped apart.
I have just found
Out that your breaking me Down!
This poem was written by Dan Finlayson on Apr 16, 2007.
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