Haste and waste, let it all be seen by you...
There was once a kid,
Who was to be a man.
He knew not what it felt,
To actually be alive.
Then one fateful day,
A girl came to his side.
Held his hand to her heart,
And told him all her lies.
The years passed by fast,
But the boy was still a boy.
Not in body, but in mind,
He never truely knew why.
With each passing momment,
He questioned the truth.
Why is he this way at all?
And only answered in a sigh.
Now the boy is growing old,
But in tainted by the years.
His heart is pure and gold,
While his scars are not.
The girl he once knew then,
Has gone and never returned.
And all he truely wanted was
One final last kiss.
Now the boy is one his bed,
Dying from his old age.
Trying to see where he went wrong,
He only came up to a blank.
A tear stained pillow and,
A worn out piece of cloth.
Is all he held dear right now,
Till his final straw.
An angel came to his side,
To carry him over to heaven.
And he finally saw a girl,
That didn't seem tainted.
And his eyes closed slowly,
And his last breath ensued.
This was his final joy.
A kiss from an angel.
The person I thought I was.
I'll pass my self off as,
A selfless, honest truth.
But I should've known this
Was not to last for long.
I cry at night, when no ones around,
Just to see if anyone knew.
I carry a heavy heart on my sleeve,
But it can't wiegh me down.
The summer's air, come pull me.
Away from here, far far away.
Let me feel free for once
So that I can say that I was.
I watched all my friends,
Grow, fall, rebuild, and live.
All awhile, I'm watching them,
Protecting them when they need me.
No one ever knew that I'm
The last of a dying breed.
The faithful friend, the wondering muse,
And forever, I am not to be seen.
Not by anyone,
But not by myself.
So, yeah. Anyways. It's me again...being myself.
Never really saying much unless I want to.
But I thought it would be nice to write a song or two
So that I can convey my feelings.
Take care,
Alex...
Who was to be a man.
He knew not what it felt,
To actually be alive.
Then one fateful day,
A girl came to his side.
Held his hand to her heart,
And told him all her lies.
The years passed by fast,
But the boy was still a boy.
Not in body, but in mind,
He never truely knew why.
With each passing momment,
He questioned the truth.
Why is he this way at all?
And only answered in a sigh.
Now the boy is growing old,
But in tainted by the years.
His heart is pure and gold,
While his scars are not.
The girl he once knew then,
Has gone and never returned.
And all he truely wanted was
One final last kiss.
Now the boy is one his bed,
Dying from his old age.
Trying to see where he went wrong,
He only came up to a blank.
A tear stained pillow and,
A worn out piece of cloth.
Is all he held dear right now,
Till his final straw.
An angel came to his side,
To carry him over to heaven.
And he finally saw a girl,
That didn't seem tainted.
And his eyes closed slowly,
And his last breath ensued.
This was his final joy.
A kiss from an angel.
The person I thought I was.
I'll pass my self off as,
A selfless, honest truth.
But I should've known this
Was not to last for long.
I cry at night, when no ones around,
Just to see if anyone knew.
I carry a heavy heart on my sleeve,
But it can't wiegh me down.
The summer's air, come pull me.
Away from here, far far away.
Let me feel free for once
So that I can say that I was.
I watched all my friends,
Grow, fall, rebuild, and live.
All awhile, I'm watching them,
Protecting them when they need me.
No one ever knew that I'm
The last of a dying breed.
The faithful friend, the wondering muse,
And forever, I am not to be seen.
Not by anyone,
But not by myself.
So, yeah. Anyways. It's me again...being myself.
Never really saying much unless I want to.
But I thought it would be nice to write a song or two
So that I can convey my feelings.
Take care,
Alex...