don't tell me not to breath
Try to be me for once.
It's not that nice anymore, is it?
What did you expect; sunshine, a choir, green grass all around?
Dissapointed that you can only see through tinted windows in a dark room and see chances fading with time and the air getting thinner.
What do you do when the water keeps filling up and there's no way out, you just stay there, hanging, weak, suffocating, drowning in your own breath. Looking in-seeing people smile.
You bang on the screen asking for help but no one sees.
Out of sight
out of mind.
You are nothing, they are blind.
This is what it's like; to lose, to fail.
When rain falls on you like flames, you only have a second to decide where fate's going to bring you next. Will you be ashes scattered on the ground, or a defenseless body laying on the burning asphalt, thrown out to live.
There is no time to waste, Don't wait around to be saved. No one here cares.
Everyturn is like the ticks of a bomb, sudden, quick, sharp like the blink of an eye, only when you open up do you realize;there's no chance, but an option to bury your mistake.
The only color you will ever see is the black off a crow, watching you through its peircing eyes, waiting for you to fall, to crawl, to hurt-throught the dirt. Then it will see you're tripping, trying to run. You are afraid and it sences fear.
You look for a place to hide, behind the dark, trying your luck to see if maybe you can cheat death at its own game.
You will have to carry the blame of your loss on your back like a bunch of over-read books, full of lies in history and cries that can break the glass off a stoplight and the redlight will drip down on you like blood, dripping from the ceiling.
DRIP.DRIP.DRIP
Then a CRASH-
Your favorate picture falls, the people scream and all you hear is music. You are deaf to emotions and gone with the beat of your own heart.
The mood is eerie, the calling is there. You know you have to go back down again, and suffer with other people's hopes and listen, listen to the sound coming from the radio of silence that tells you it's done, it's over.
The thread slips through my fingers, the curtains appear, I am pushed through and I awake. I get up. It's another day and unfortunatly, you are a part of it.
So do you see now? Do you understand me now?
Because Iam.
Nothing, but the significant one
♥
It's not that nice anymore, is it?
What did you expect; sunshine, a choir, green grass all around?
Dissapointed that you can only see through tinted windows in a dark room and see chances fading with time and the air getting thinner.
What do you do when the water keeps filling up and there's no way out, you just stay there, hanging, weak, suffocating, drowning in your own breath. Looking in-seeing people smile.
You bang on the screen asking for help but no one sees.
Out of sight
out of mind.
You are nothing, they are blind.
This is what it's like; to lose, to fail.
When rain falls on you like flames, you only have a second to decide where fate's going to bring you next. Will you be ashes scattered on the ground, or a defenseless body laying on the burning asphalt, thrown out to live.
There is no time to waste, Don't wait around to be saved. No one here cares.
Everyturn is like the ticks of a bomb, sudden, quick, sharp like the blink of an eye, only when you open up do you realize;there's no chance, but an option to bury your mistake.
The only color you will ever see is the black off a crow, watching you through its peircing eyes, waiting for you to fall, to crawl, to hurt-throught the dirt. Then it will see you're tripping, trying to run. You are afraid and it sences fear.
You look for a place to hide, behind the dark, trying your luck to see if maybe you can cheat death at its own game.
You will have to carry the blame of your loss on your back like a bunch of over-read books, full of lies in history and cries that can break the glass off a stoplight and the redlight will drip down on you like blood, dripping from the ceiling.
DRIP.DRIP.DRIP
Then a CRASH-
Your favorate picture falls, the people scream and all you hear is music. You are deaf to emotions and gone with the beat of your own heart.
The mood is eerie, the calling is there. You know you have to go back down again, and suffer with other people's hopes and listen, listen to the sound coming from the radio of silence that tells you it's done, it's over.
The thread slips through my fingers, the curtains appear, I am pushed through and I awake. I get up. It's another day and unfortunatly, you are a part of it.
So do you see now? Do you understand me now?
Because Iam.
Nothing, but the significant one
♥