Who will you be?
I was asked in a message... An now I will answer here as well for all to see.
I'll be the one you'll find in the corner at a dance. I'll be the one you'll find writing when he has the chance. I'll be the one you'll find still ignoring some of the things he's told. I'll be the one you'll find standing up and being bold in a world that will have nothing of it. I'll be the one coming home alone everynight, sometimes crying himself to sleep with no reason why. I'd be the one who'd hold you close. I'd be the one who would be there if you needed me the most.
I'd be all these things and more....
As Xast would say I grook goodness or something along those lines.
I keep hearing a line from a song in my head repeating over and over and over... Its a breaking Benjimens song.
"Only the strongest will surivive"
Some reason, I don't feel like I am strong at the moment. Weak, lacking. Its like something is right there infront of me and I should reach out and grab it... But... I cant.
I'll be the one to break and crumble. I'll be the one broken and sad, hiding it from the world in a pen and pad. I'll be the one standing for whats right. I'll be the one whos lonely at night.
I'll be the one loving you, yet too shy to say a word till its past too late. I'd be the one to melt in your arms, just for a hug and a simple kiss fulled with bliss. I'd be the one missing you when your gone...
I'll be the masked murder on the weekends. Killing all that I see. Leaving jsut me and mine. I'll be the one shouting at the top of my lungs, I'll be the one sliding and diving for fun. I'll be the one with gun in hand an a gleam in my eye. I'll be the one welted and bruised.
But most importantly... I'll just be.
An now I'll have another peice of cake and celebrate another year...
I'll be the one you'll find in the corner at a dance. I'll be the one you'll find writing when he has the chance. I'll be the one you'll find still ignoring some of the things he's told. I'll be the one you'll find standing up and being bold in a world that will have nothing of it. I'll be the one coming home alone everynight, sometimes crying himself to sleep with no reason why. I'd be the one who'd hold you close. I'd be the one who would be there if you needed me the most.
I'd be all these things and more....
As Xast would say I grook goodness or something along those lines.
I keep hearing a line from a song in my head repeating over and over and over... Its a breaking Benjimens song.
"Only the strongest will surivive"
Some reason, I don't feel like I am strong at the moment. Weak, lacking. Its like something is right there infront of me and I should reach out and grab it... But... I cant.
I'll be the one to break and crumble. I'll be the one broken and sad, hiding it from the world in a pen and pad. I'll be the one standing for whats right. I'll be the one whos lonely at night.
I'll be the one loving you, yet too shy to say a word till its past too late. I'd be the one to melt in your arms, just for a hug and a simple kiss fulled with bliss. I'd be the one missing you when your gone...
I'll be the masked murder on the weekends. Killing all that I see. Leaving jsut me and mine. I'll be the one shouting at the top of my lungs, I'll be the one sliding and diving for fun. I'll be the one with gun in hand an a gleam in my eye. I'll be the one welted and bruised.
But most importantly... I'll just be.
An now I'll have another peice of cake and celebrate another year...