So many ways to say I'm wrong.

So many days before I'm long gone.

And all that's left is the bitter taste of life.
Don't bury my soul, don't burn my freedom let me do that for myself.

As the map of life and all it's instructions sit on my shelf.

And all that's left is the bitter taste of life.

Don't make me cry don't make me hurt i can do all that for myself.
So when the days are dead, so will I be.

And all that's left is the bitter taste of life.

Hey I just wanted to say WOW! This is one amazing poem. I adore the first line. So excellent! Thanks! x x x