no use...
your nerves are all catching on fire...
your eyes are swimming in tears
your stomach is turning, twisting, knotting, anything to let you know that your not comfortable.
your about to cry
you push it back.."lift your head you fool...no one cares, look to the stars and let the emotion slip back into your eyes."
no one to turn to...you catch yourself singing "i wanna dance with somebody"
you laugh...not because it amuses you..but because there's nothing else to do...the worlds left you alone in your room...and your now just realizing it.
you always thought it was the other way around, god your stupid.
"only a few more month", you keep telling yourself, "only a few more until your no longer judge by the looks of your elder sister...or the reputation of your younger."
Fin.
"yes,
us people are just poems
we're 90% metaphor
with a leanness of meaning
approaching hyper-distillation"
your falling apart like a childhood toy.
all you need is the thread and needle to put you back together...but who's to lend you a hand
your eyes are swimming in tears
your stomach is turning, twisting, knotting, anything to let you know that your not comfortable.
your about to cry
you push it back.."lift your head you fool...no one cares, look to the stars and let the emotion slip back into your eyes."
no one to turn to...you catch yourself singing "i wanna dance with somebody"
you laugh...not because it amuses you..but because there's nothing else to do...the worlds left you alone in your room...and your now just realizing it.
you always thought it was the other way around, god your stupid.
"only a few more month", you keep telling yourself, "only a few more until your no longer judge by the looks of your elder sister...or the reputation of your younger."
Fin.
"yes,
us people are just poems
we're 90% metaphor
with a leanness of meaning
approaching hyper-distillation"
your falling apart like a childhood toy.
all you need is the thread and needle to put you back together...but who's to lend you a hand