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I sang today for church...I guess it went well. They gave me a standing O, but they always do... all 30 of them... haha. I still have a couple songs to do for them throughout Lent... we'll see how that goes.
when I'm emotional about anything, I write. I always have, I always will. sometimes I write songs, sometimes poems, sometimes stories. this is a mix between a song and a poem. parts have melodies, others are spoken. Underneath my mask, I guess this is how I feel, not that you care. I just need a place to put my thoughts, and as I prefer not to keep a written journal, I'd just use this. whatever... here goes:
I'm falling falling deeper
into an endless void
my memories surround me
but I'm utterly alone
my friends reach out
but all in vain
no one makes it through the void
and they withdraw in shame
throughout my endless falling
I've had some time to think
of better days
and happy days
but they only fade away
Days go by and by
yet still sorrow never dies
it remains hidden beneath layers of years
joy fades with age
like the memory of a song
slowly it diminishes as the years grow long
And I can't pretend any more to be carefree
nor can I trouble thee
I must bear this burden alone and unassisted
you cannot comfort me
They say life goes on, and that it does
I live, I sleep, I breath, I wake
Apathy, emotionless consumes me as of late
I wear a mask, a thousand masks
under which I'm too sedate
A smile, a laugh, a tear, a frown
it all seems so surreal
did it really happen
or was it all a dream?
A wonderful dream,
full of music and joy
of laughter and dancing
and love
the dream waxed and waned
The joy disappeared
leaving dispair
the dream became a true nightmare
dispair
neverending, hopeless
crying sighing dying
every hope forever gone
dead
The love is gone, passed to another
the music is empty
the dances are sad
yet the "dream" rages on
I wish I were dead
I am falling, falling
fading, crying
but under a thousand masks
and the worst part of all is you don't care.
when I'm emotional about anything, I write. I always have, I always will. sometimes I write songs, sometimes poems, sometimes stories. this is a mix between a song and a poem. parts have melodies, others are spoken. Underneath my mask, I guess this is how I feel, not that you care. I just need a place to put my thoughts, and as I prefer not to keep a written journal, I'd just use this. whatever... here goes:
I'm falling falling deeper
into an endless void
my memories surround me
but I'm utterly alone
my friends reach out
but all in vain
no one makes it through the void
and they withdraw in shame
throughout my endless falling
I've had some time to think
of better days
and happy days
but they only fade away
Days go by and by
yet still sorrow never dies
it remains hidden beneath layers of years
joy fades with age
like the memory of a song
slowly it diminishes as the years grow long
And I can't pretend any more to be carefree
nor can I trouble thee
I must bear this burden alone and unassisted
you cannot comfort me
They say life goes on, and that it does
I live, I sleep, I breath, I wake
Apathy, emotionless consumes me as of late
I wear a mask, a thousand masks
under which I'm too sedate
A smile, a laugh, a tear, a frown
it all seems so surreal
did it really happen
or was it all a dream?
A wonderful dream,
full of music and joy
of laughter and dancing
and love
the dream waxed and waned
The joy disappeared
leaving dispair
the dream became a true nightmare
dispair
neverending, hopeless
crying sighing dying
every hope forever gone
dead
The love is gone, passed to another
the music is empty
the dances are sad
yet the "dream" rages on
I wish I were dead
I am falling, falling
fading, crying
but under a thousand masks
and the worst part of all is you don't care.