Amy Lee - 'The AfterMath'

The aftermath of my story
Wanting to have the glory
Of being alive again
But I didn’t win
The story said that I had a choice
But I didn’t hear through all the noise
For I didn’t pay attention
My friend had tension
With me without my knowledge
Not catching up with them as HE crossed the bridge
Making HIM talk among HISSELF
While the glass doll on the shelf
Falls to the ground
As the pieces are spread all around
The chaos grows between us
The theory has an effect... thus
I have know clue on which theory to use
Making me even more confused
A question stuck in the back of my head
Why would MY FRIEND want me dead?
Maybe I should have reconsidered HIS opinion
With tears falling down like cutting an onion
I was so surprised of what I’ve seen
As the story theme
Has changed in front of my eyes
But I don’t know why
I can hear stretching in the back
In the background but... smack
It hits me that I’m not breathing
It hurts like a baby teething
Wanting to grab something
To sooth everything
Helping me for only a few seconds
Taking those few seconds
For my chance will be gone
Then I’ll be stuck here all alone
Being young and in love
Knowing that it wasn’t enough
For it doesn’t matter anyway
For it’s a little too late
Staring at the sunrise
As the day goes bye
The last place on earth

Amy Lee

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