May 31, 2004 07:57
This is me not caring anymore
or is it just me not wanting to know
we didn't want this anyway
it'll be ok tomorrow
because you won't be here
and I'll feel everything from the ceiling without you
my hand slides across your check
for just a moment
an attempt to recreate the other days
now your face is just a withered away memory
your ghost finally falls away
cancel out everything from today
I'm away from this for now
decide to finally call this out
I'm tired of not knowing
how much longer can you keep telling me the same line
I don't know how much longer I'll believe it
my hand is the image you painted one day
it's over
it's been erased for sometime now
you keep telling me you know how to draw it again
but all you do is say it again
there is not a move made to pick up where you left off
anxious to go no where
anxious to keep me here
in an inaudible zone
not letting me move
while you roam the side
and tell me more lies
I don't know how much longer I can say yes
I don't know if I can repeat the same line again
I hope not
It'll be easier that way
let it fall away
unnoticed to begin with
but will you give attention to the end.