I think this year I've lost more than I've found.
It spun me 'round and knocked me down and dragged me out.
But no matter how I find myself falling in around you've been my sore eyes and solid ground.
Sunday, December 15, 2013
Monday, January 28, 2013
Pieces
How can something that made me feel like I could take on the world, leave me with the world on my shoulders? If this life is like a rose, it's not its thorns I fear, but the petals that adorn it. Its beauty as quick to capture you as it is to leave you.
They wilt and die, only to litter the room they once decorated. Their falling petals akin to pieces of our shattered dreams.
They wilt and die, only to litter the room they once decorated. Their falling petals akin to pieces of our shattered dreams.
A Life Wasted Away.
They say all I am are wasted memories and wasted opportunities.
So I drink to find myself. Then I drink to forget.
So I drink to find myself. Then I drink to forget.
Waiting
And the wind began to blow, and all the trees began to pant
And the world, in its cold way, started coming alive
And I stood there like a businessman waiting for the train
And I got ready for the future to arrive
And the world, in its cold way, started coming alive
And I stood there like a businessman waiting for the train
And I got ready for the future to arrive
Saturday, January 12, 2013
If You Were A Movie, This Would Be Your Soundtrack
You can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah, you'd bleed just to know you're alive
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah, you'd bleed just to know you're alive
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
Thursday, January 10, 2013
The Way I Fell In
I spend my days fading away, like your memories. I've tried so hard but you just stay.
I still feel everything
I hate the way you look through me as if I'm only the wind
I still feel everything
I hate the way you look through me as if I'm only the wind
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