How Long?
Three people have told me that they feel like crap, or that something is bothering them, but they dont feel like telling me whats wrong.. I've known these people forever, well all or most of high school, some in jr high. And its like, what will it take for you to feel safe in telling me things. It seems like the people i know the least tell me the most.
Then again, i cant say i tell everyone my problems, but i dont put them out on a table like some people do. I know I can't fix everything, so i just assume i can fix nothing. I know its not true, but its in my mind; since i really dont know what the problem could be, i dont know if i can help. But knowing someone else is worried can help in itself.
Windows are shut
Doors are ajar (sp?)
Your in the corner
The light stops at the tips of your feet
I peer through the door
But is sqeaks, like the soles of my big feet
And you look, and I retreat
Looking down on your life
Looking up trying to find someone to care
I didn't run as far as you thought
I just sit perched under the closed window
It's locked, and Im stuck outside
But there is a back door
It's wide open
Hoping someone would see it
Hoping someone would care
Hoping some one would turn the handle and see you in your despair
Needing something to walk through that door
I enter, with no squeaks
and no squaks
And your gazing through the locked window
Moon light shimmering off your tears
And I say I'm here
The moon must be so enticing
Because you stare, like no one's there.
Lol, Gracy told me she liked the ones i wrote on my MySpace, so i will post some on here. no one reads this, so thats cool.
-nt
Then again, i cant say i tell everyone my problems, but i dont put them out on a table like some people do. I know I can't fix everything, so i just assume i can fix nothing. I know its not true, but its in my mind; since i really dont know what the problem could be, i dont know if i can help. But knowing someone else is worried can help in itself.
Windows are shut
Doors are ajar (sp?)
Your in the corner
The light stops at the tips of your feet
I peer through the door
But is sqeaks, like the soles of my big feet
And you look, and I retreat
Looking down on your life
Looking up trying to find someone to care
I didn't run as far as you thought
I just sit perched under the closed window
It's locked, and Im stuck outside
But there is a back door
It's wide open
Hoping someone would see it
Hoping someone would care
Hoping some one would turn the handle and see you in your despair
Needing something to walk through that door
I enter, with no squeaks
and no squaks
And your gazing through the locked window
Moon light shimmering off your tears
And I say I'm here
The moon must be so enticing
Because you stare, like no one's there.
Lol, Gracy told me she liked the ones i wrote on my MySpace, so i will post some on here. no one reads this, so thats cool.
-nt