Apr 19, 2000 11:38
The people streaming by me
never seem to see my face.
It's like I've never existed,
never lived inside this place.
But I do.
My dreams are all just fairytales
melting into mist.
My heart is cracked and shattered
by memories of loving "bliss".
And I am...
So lost.
So torn.
Not sure
Where to go.
What do I trust,
Where do I cling?
When this world ceases
to mean anything.
Alone we're born, alone I sing.
Alone I'll fly on tattered wings.
I see you there, calling me.
You arms are open wide.
But knives and pain and torture...
God knows what lies inside.
I think I do.
I know you say you'll never leave
you'll make the past go away.
The wounds and scars will vanish,
I'll be starting new today.
But I am...
So lost.
So torn.
Not sure
Where to go.
What do I trust,
Where do I cling?
When this world ceases
to mean anything.
And now you're walking close to me
and I can't run away.
The darkness may be fading fast,
but how long will you stay?
Leaving me...
So lost.
So torn.
Not sure
Where to go.
What do I trust,
Where do I cling?
When this world ceases
to mean anything.
past,
chris,
depression