yes Lord, yes Lord. yes yes Lord!
why would my favorite songs,
and useless pages filled to the brim of words with worn out meanings... matter now?
all i can say is...they dont.
i dont mind so much.
maybe one day they'll be a way to espress myself without being awaken to the fact that everything i say, falls to the floor and hollowness is felt, when I know that is not what i had entended to express.
Instead of speaking my heart, that is overflowing with emotion and meaning.
I hear over-used, overplayed words,
stolen, recycled phrases,
broken, muddled thoughts.
Maybe that day will never arrive,
but i still like to hope that i will see that free day arrive for me soon!
and useless pages filled to the brim of words with worn out meanings... matter now?
all i can say is...they dont.
i dont mind so much.
maybe one day they'll be a way to espress myself without being awaken to the fact that everything i say, falls to the floor and hollowness is felt, when I know that is not what i had entended to express.
Instead of speaking my heart, that is overflowing with emotion and meaning.
I hear over-used, overplayed words,
stolen, recycled phrases,
broken, muddled thoughts.
Maybe that day will never arrive,
but i still like to hope that i will see that free day arrive for me soon!