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Dec 14, 2003 21:16

the night passes
and so does the time on my clock
i will sit here
and listen to my sad sad music
and think of my sad sad mood
forsake my friends and family
my laughter and company
it is all lost in this
prick my finger to make sure i still feel something
watch you walk away every day and i cant do a thing
watch you leave and want to say something
words are frozen
scenerios are played in my head and i cant do a thing
coward or else
the night passes
my clock says so
my finger still bleeds
and sleep comes soon
maybe i will have a good dream
and maybe i will be brave
coward or else
watch you walk away everyday and i cant say a thing
watch you leave and want to say something
words are forzen on the cowards tongue
my finger bleeds
coward or else...

as long as the seratonin is down a little i can still write, even though i know im actually happy. alkaline trio makes me happy.
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