Dreams Seem To Fade Away Like The Music That Wanted To Stay
Dreams Seem To Fade Away
Like The Music That Wanted To Stay.
I find myself waking up, but only to notice that my tears
have soaked my pillow.
And yet again I have drowned alone.
It seems I can't escape my own dreams and so my
life must die over and over again.
You ask me is this what I want?
" You have complete disatisfaction of your life. You
lie to yourself when you say you have no strife.
For I have definetely seen your arms that were
caused by this knife".
Why must you keep going on like this?
Can't you see the love of hundreds, they want things
for you to be better
and when things become distraught they mention don't
sweat her.
Cause i've got your back and anytime you need me
i'm ready for the attack.
But still I can't explain the reasoning.
I could scream inside for days but on the outside
not even a whisper comes out.
Looks like you have sewn your heart shut and
kept all of us out.
But please I pray you hear me for once.
I'm trying to reach you for you said that " I am
the only one who can make you shine".
This growing scar goes on and on cause without
your heart you can never truly be mine.
So fall asleep again when the sun rises.
Why can you not let the night bring you peace and
you'll feel better when the sun wakes you up instead of
watching the sun the be born, then maybe just maybe
you wouldn't be so torn.
You won't, of course you won't.
For rest won't come your way for you have blocked
it out of you head
and so you continue laying in your bed.
Thoughts pass over you like flying sheep
and you've lost count,
just like your mind.
It seems you have become insane inside your dreams and out.
But how?
How do you dream if you don't sleep
and how can you seperate the strong from the weak?
Is it that they are comfortable with themselves
to make it through
and whats the point in telling the difference between
the colors of grey and blue.
And yet again the sky still sits,
maybe its your heart that never truly fits,
both are waiting to fall upon you.
No matter the color or the weather
you still seem out of place
and though you try for first you still
end up last in the race.
Eyes are open so wide but still they seem
to be shut.
Just like your heart when time calls it home,
your body is set foot but your soul stills seems
to roam.
Where does it go
and must your river flow?
Can it not be calm.
You stay when you wish to leave.
I guess I will never truly understand what it takes
to be a man.
My tongue says I can't when my lungs burst
with I can.
But that does not matter for I could never express
the feeling I get when you place your head upon my chest.
Why am I drowning in such a small puddle and
when i'm alone its like i'm in a huddle of despair
and though i'm not running there's always
a bear after me.
I can't run out my own fear for I am not fast enough.
Even my best life could never pass,
you always call my bluff.
So again I lose and I fall.
My face hits the floor and thats where it will stay,
for I have no will to believe in myself.
And though I need it, oh do I need it I shall not
call for help.
My number has been disconnected and
you can't reach me at home for I am
not there and I haven't left a note
and all you can remember is the ink that I wrote with
and no one seems to get it.
No its not!
Its not so easy for me to admit that i'm tired
and it always seems that i'm for hire.
I have to get the job done, so at least Ican
feel like i've won.
But I haven't.
The surface has yet to be scratched and
every song can never ever be matched to that
loud but subtle sphymony.
The voice is so beautiful but disgusted
because inside my heart has become severly rusted.
I know not of anything that can flatten this surface,
so you can at least have the shot to rescue
and all I can ask is who?
Who will be there when I can't even run
or crawl to my true place?
Truth is I can't even stand the look of my own face.
So yet again I break this mirror that reveals
and the only question to be answered is that
true love heals.
But so far I have seen nothing but lies that
can't even cover up your faulty disguise.
In general I guess this is it.
I will take life by the throat.
I will bring the fight to your front door.
Every inch and bit by bit, i'll overcome this.
No No, I will not fall for all I see is repition in
the ambition of your heart.
and as much as this kills me I know we must part.
Waves away from once we used to have.
For it is not mine, but yours and yours alone
and all I have left is this home,
EVEN IF ITS EMPTY!
Daniel Heatherington 2006
Like The Music That Wanted To Stay.
I find myself waking up, but only to notice that my tears
have soaked my pillow.
And yet again I have drowned alone.
It seems I can't escape my own dreams and so my
life must die over and over again.
You ask me is this what I want?
" You have complete disatisfaction of your life. You
lie to yourself when you say you have no strife.
For I have definetely seen your arms that were
caused by this knife".
Why must you keep going on like this?
Can't you see the love of hundreds, they want things
for you to be better
and when things become distraught they mention don't
sweat her.
Cause i've got your back and anytime you need me
i'm ready for the attack.
But still I can't explain the reasoning.
I could scream inside for days but on the outside
not even a whisper comes out.
Looks like you have sewn your heart shut and
kept all of us out.
But please I pray you hear me for once.
I'm trying to reach you for you said that " I am
the only one who can make you shine".
This growing scar goes on and on cause without
your heart you can never truly be mine.
So fall asleep again when the sun rises.
Why can you not let the night bring you peace and
you'll feel better when the sun wakes you up instead of
watching the sun the be born, then maybe just maybe
you wouldn't be so torn.
You won't, of course you won't.
For rest won't come your way for you have blocked
it out of you head
and so you continue laying in your bed.
Thoughts pass over you like flying sheep
and you've lost count,
just like your mind.
It seems you have become insane inside your dreams and out.
But how?
How do you dream if you don't sleep
and how can you seperate the strong from the weak?
Is it that they are comfortable with themselves
to make it through
and whats the point in telling the difference between
the colors of grey and blue.
And yet again the sky still sits,
maybe its your heart that never truly fits,
both are waiting to fall upon you.
No matter the color or the weather
you still seem out of place
and though you try for first you still
end up last in the race.
Eyes are open so wide but still they seem
to be shut.
Just like your heart when time calls it home,
your body is set foot but your soul stills seems
to roam.
Where does it go
and must your river flow?
Can it not be calm.
You stay when you wish to leave.
I guess I will never truly understand what it takes
to be a man.
My tongue says I can't when my lungs burst
with I can.
But that does not matter for I could never express
the feeling I get when you place your head upon my chest.
Why am I drowning in such a small puddle and
when i'm alone its like i'm in a huddle of despair
and though i'm not running there's always
a bear after me.
I can't run out my own fear for I am not fast enough.
Even my best life could never pass,
you always call my bluff.
So again I lose and I fall.
My face hits the floor and thats where it will stay,
for I have no will to believe in myself.
And though I need it, oh do I need it I shall not
call for help.
My number has been disconnected and
you can't reach me at home for I am
not there and I haven't left a note
and all you can remember is the ink that I wrote with
and no one seems to get it.
No its not!
Its not so easy for me to admit that i'm tired
and it always seems that i'm for hire.
I have to get the job done, so at least Ican
feel like i've won.
But I haven't.
The surface has yet to be scratched and
every song can never ever be matched to that
loud but subtle sphymony.
The voice is so beautiful but disgusted
because inside my heart has become severly rusted.
I know not of anything that can flatten this surface,
so you can at least have the shot to rescue
and all I can ask is who?
Who will be there when I can't even run
or crawl to my true place?
Truth is I can't even stand the look of my own face.
So yet again I break this mirror that reveals
and the only question to be answered is that
true love heals.
But so far I have seen nothing but lies that
can't even cover up your faulty disguise.
In general I guess this is it.
I will take life by the throat.
I will bring the fight to your front door.
Every inch and bit by bit, i'll overcome this.
No No, I will not fall for all I see is repition in
the ambition of your heart.
and as much as this kills me I know we must part.
Waves away from once we used to have.
For it is not mine, but yours and yours alone
and all I have left is this home,
EVEN IF ITS EMPTY!
Daniel Heatherington 2006