Kinda went from rythming, to not...
Can I die tonight, held in your strong arms,
Be drowned in my sorrow by your charms,
As the whole world crashes down on me,
Those visions of love, of life, only fantasies,
As I lay here, awake in my bed at night?
I can see you, hear your voice, but you’re not here.
Where are you? Why did you leave? Will you come back?
Will this dream become reality, this sense of loneliness,
Be fought away by what you say is ‘love’?
Why do I not trust? Why run, no where to go?
Death and rebirth with you, around you, in you,
My fantasy.
Screams, moans, crashing, falling, dying and living.
Beauty such that you can’t find some place,
But only here. Only now. Only with you.
But you’re not here.
I find my happiness in others touches, and I hate.
Myself, you, me all over again for leaning,
Loving, wanting that person to give me what you should.
I look to my left; I look to my right, in hopes of seeing you.
But you’re not here.
Calling, praying, wishing, screaming, reaching.
Show me, show me, show me.
Teach me. Is this how it goes? Is this normal?
Your voice is fading, your scent, your taste.
I want you here.
But you’re not here.
I’m loosing you, reaching out, trying to grab on.
I forget what it’s like to have you near, to speak with you.
My fault, always my fault. Never yours, or theirs, Mine.
I want to run away, and find some one else. But I’m afraid.
I want you, but I want touch. I want words. I want
A relationship. Yet…
You’re
Not
Here
Be drowned in my sorrow by your charms,
As the whole world crashes down on me,
Those visions of love, of life, only fantasies,
As I lay here, awake in my bed at night?
I can see you, hear your voice, but you’re not here.
Where are you? Why did you leave? Will you come back?
Will this dream become reality, this sense of loneliness,
Be fought away by what you say is ‘love’?
Why do I not trust? Why run, no where to go?
Death and rebirth with you, around you, in you,
My fantasy.
Screams, moans, crashing, falling, dying and living.
Beauty such that you can’t find some place,
But only here. Only now. Only with you.
But you’re not here.
I find my happiness in others touches, and I hate.
Myself, you, me all over again for leaning,
Loving, wanting that person to give me what you should.
I look to my left; I look to my right, in hopes of seeing you.
But you’re not here.
Calling, praying, wishing, screaming, reaching.
Show me, show me, show me.
Teach me. Is this how it goes? Is this normal?
Your voice is fading, your scent, your taste.
I want you here.
But you’re not here.
I’m loosing you, reaching out, trying to grab on.
I forget what it’s like to have you near, to speak with you.
My fault, always my fault. Never yours, or theirs, Mine.
I want to run away, and find some one else. But I’m afraid.
I want you, but I want touch. I want words. I want
A relationship. Yet…
You’re
Not
Here