This is how I feel.....
~*THE DAY YOU WENT AWAY*~
The day came when you went away
I didn’t know what to say
I felt so alone inside
I felt there was no where to run and no where to hide
I know this is for the best
But now I can not rest
You are always on my mind
And everyone says I am just blind
People say I do not need you
But they do not know you like I do
You mean the world to me
But you just can not see
I want to be here for you in the end
But are you willing to let me be your girlfriend
I know you need your time
But you are leaving me hurting inside
I am always going to be here, and no matter what I will not say goodbye.
Life
New beginnings,
Made from old mistakes,
Same scared feelings,
A few less aches,
Hidden messages,
And untold lies,
Unfading memories,
And continuous sighs,
Heartache and confusion,
Mixed with regret and tears,
Still living in adoration,
But never living the same fears
Tears.
Threaten to spill over.
Don't let them.
Because no one can see.
The pain.
Agony you go through every day.
But one slips out.
And they see.
They approach you,
They console.
They listen.
Some understand,
Some don't.
But they try.
And that's all that matters.
They help you find a solution.
You find out you're normal.
You will survive.
perfect-
why is it that no one is ever good enough for me?
why is it that I am never good enough for them?
everyone comparing themselves to each other,
always in doubt of who is at fault, that we are not perfect.
but does anyone really know what perfect means?
nothing is perfect as far as I can tell, a salesman trying to sell me something broken,
like a heart when you know that you are not good enough right from the start,
everyone comparing themselves to him or her,
never really knowing for sure,
who is the better of the two, or who is really playing the fool...
I am not perfect... are you?
Me
I’m not the rose
but the thorn on its stem.
I’m not the ocean
but the drowning effects of its waves.
I’m not the birds’ beautiful song
but its song with no tune.
I’m not the love we have
but those terrible everlasting fights.
I’m not the amazing book
but the blank pages before the story has been written.
I’m not the colorful rainbow
but the dreadful storm before it.
I’m not the cute little puppy
but it’s funny smell after coming in from the rain.
You see, it seems I’m the sparkling diamond
before it has been polished.
I need you
not only to be there for me but to
cut off my thorns,
see the beauty in my waves,
add the tune to my song,
end all of our disagreements,
write my story,
enjoy my rain,
and overlook the funny smell.
I need you to polish away my badness,
and help the beauty shine through.
Me
I’m not the rose
but the thorn on its stem.
I’m not the ocean
but the drowning effects of its waves.
I’m not the birds’ beautiful song
but its song with no tune.
I’m not the love we have
but those terrible everlasting fights.
I’m not the amazing book
but the blank pages before the story has been written.
I’m not the colorful rainbow
but the dreadful storm before it.
I’m not the cute little puppy
but it’s funny smell after coming in from the rain.
You see, it seems I’m the sparkling diamond
before it has been polished.
I need you
not only to be there for me but to
cut off my thorns,
see the beauty in my waves,
add the tune to my song,
end all of our disagreements,
write my story,
enjoy my rain,
and overlook the funny smell.
I need you to polish away my badness,
and help the beauty shine through.
This is how i feel about everything...does anyone understand me...or am i lost like i thought i would be!
The day came when you went away
I didn’t know what to say
I felt so alone inside
I felt there was no where to run and no where to hide
I know this is for the best
But now I can not rest
You are always on my mind
And everyone says I am just blind
People say I do not need you
But they do not know you like I do
You mean the world to me
But you just can not see
I want to be here for you in the end
But are you willing to let me be your girlfriend
I know you need your time
But you are leaving me hurting inside
I am always going to be here, and no matter what I will not say goodbye.
Life
New beginnings,
Made from old mistakes,
Same scared feelings,
A few less aches,
Hidden messages,
And untold lies,
Unfading memories,
And continuous sighs,
Heartache and confusion,
Mixed with regret and tears,
Still living in adoration,
But never living the same fears
Tears.
Threaten to spill over.
Don't let them.
Because no one can see.
The pain.
Agony you go through every day.
But one slips out.
And they see.
They approach you,
They console.
They listen.
Some understand,
Some don't.
But they try.
And that's all that matters.
They help you find a solution.
You find out you're normal.
You will survive.
perfect-
why is it that no one is ever good enough for me?
why is it that I am never good enough for them?
everyone comparing themselves to each other,
always in doubt of who is at fault, that we are not perfect.
but does anyone really know what perfect means?
nothing is perfect as far as I can tell, a salesman trying to sell me something broken,
like a heart when you know that you are not good enough right from the start,
everyone comparing themselves to him or her,
never really knowing for sure,
who is the better of the two, or who is really playing the fool...
I am not perfect... are you?
Me
I’m not the rose
but the thorn on its stem.
I’m not the ocean
but the drowning effects of its waves.
I’m not the birds’ beautiful song
but its song with no tune.
I’m not the love we have
but those terrible everlasting fights.
I’m not the amazing book
but the blank pages before the story has been written.
I’m not the colorful rainbow
but the dreadful storm before it.
I’m not the cute little puppy
but it’s funny smell after coming in from the rain.
You see, it seems I’m the sparkling diamond
before it has been polished.
I need you
not only to be there for me but to
cut off my thorns,
see the beauty in my waves,
add the tune to my song,
end all of our disagreements,
write my story,
enjoy my rain,
and overlook the funny smell.
I need you to polish away my badness,
and help the beauty shine through.
Me
I’m not the rose
but the thorn on its stem.
I’m not the ocean
but the drowning effects of its waves.
I’m not the birds’ beautiful song
but its song with no tune.
I’m not the love we have
but those terrible everlasting fights.
I’m not the amazing book
but the blank pages before the story has been written.
I’m not the colorful rainbow
but the dreadful storm before it.
I’m not the cute little puppy
but it’s funny smell after coming in from the rain.
You see, it seems I’m the sparkling diamond
before it has been polished.
I need you
not only to be there for me but to
cut off my thorns,
see the beauty in my waves,
add the tune to my song,
end all of our disagreements,
write my story,
enjoy my rain,
and overlook the funny smell.
I need you to polish away my badness,
and help the beauty shine through.
This is how i feel about everything...does anyone understand me...or am i lost like i thought i would be!