There's Something So Rude About Those Eyes..
When i sit silently and think is when i feel most depressed.
Maybe i dont have as many problems as you think. I Know who i come off as,But i never asked for anyone to feel sorry for me.I don't write down poems hoping that your reading them saying things like poor baby.Its not because im looking for an excuse to call myself sad.I mean it when i say itstill hurts like hell.I dont know why it seems so bad right now.Winter always makes it bad...and i seem so ungreatful for all the good things in my life.Somedays i get thinking that i wont ever be loved.
i still remember those days where alcohal helped take the pain away, this concentration doesnt work anymore.
liquor will only keep you warm for so long.
Im no match for fate.
Fate never worries about what its going to do with me.
but life is so empty that i cant help but think.
i get those weird feelings sometimes, kind of caught up in the moment wondering what im doing here..
why my existence has meaning.
what am i ment to accomplish.
with all these tiny pieces belonging to a puzzle.
my life just seems like such an icomplete.
no one understands how it is for me, everyday a patter ending in a sleep.
where your praying in your dreams that you wont see the next day.
where your sitting on your bed, with not a single decent thought in your head.
And when you scrap your knee you feel nothing.
and when you smell a rose you smell nothing.
when you watch the sunset you see black.
because this isnt really living.
how can i explain what its like to feel dead..
when im breathing.
And You can tell me all you want, that you know what i mean...
but i gurantee you , until your hearts this black,
until your eyes are this grey,
until you start to not hear the words, or see the face.
you have no means to compare.
I dont have the gutts to take it all away..
or enough energy to cry.
so i sit here and watch myself get older.
knowing that my graves already been dug.
and if there is such thing as fate...
mines already been seald
i guess i have no choice but to give up again.
Is if i wasn't tired of giving up.
But it doesn't even make me sad anymore...
cause this is how it is for me.
There wont be anything to get me through this winter.
Maybe i dont have as many problems as you think. I Know who i come off as,But i never asked for anyone to feel sorry for me.I don't write down poems hoping that your reading them saying things like poor baby.Its not because im looking for an excuse to call myself sad.I mean it when i say itstill hurts like hell.I dont know why it seems so bad right now.Winter always makes it bad...and i seem so ungreatful for all the good things in my life.Somedays i get thinking that i wont ever be loved.
i still remember those days where alcohal helped take the pain away, this concentration doesnt work anymore.
liquor will only keep you warm for so long.
Im no match for fate.
Fate never worries about what its going to do with me.
but life is so empty that i cant help but think.
i get those weird feelings sometimes, kind of caught up in the moment wondering what im doing here..
why my existence has meaning.
what am i ment to accomplish.
with all these tiny pieces belonging to a puzzle.
my life just seems like such an icomplete.
no one understands how it is for me, everyday a patter ending in a sleep.
where your praying in your dreams that you wont see the next day.
where your sitting on your bed, with not a single decent thought in your head.
And when you scrap your knee you feel nothing.
and when you smell a rose you smell nothing.
when you watch the sunset you see black.
because this isnt really living.
how can i explain what its like to feel dead..
when im breathing.
And You can tell me all you want, that you know what i mean...
but i gurantee you , until your hearts this black,
until your eyes are this grey,
until you start to not hear the words, or see the face.
you have no means to compare.
I dont have the gutts to take it all away..
or enough energy to cry.
so i sit here and watch myself get older.
knowing that my graves already been dug.
and if there is such thing as fate...
mines already been seald
i guess i have no choice but to give up again.
Is if i wasn't tired of giving up.
But it doesn't even make me sad anymore...
cause this is how it is for me.
There wont be anything to get me through this winter.