See me, hear me, null me, again.
Is this what I haven't told you,
Oh for too long I've been trapped
in this little world of mine.
My words were void, and my soul was numb,
and I didn't know, but I missed you already.
Since I first were alone, I knew I'd be alone,
and since my mouth shut down to my heart,
I knew my stare would never pierce through your
oh, so ever beautiful eyes.
It is hard to know what you can't tell,
it's hard not to tell what you already know,
and God, it's hard to know I would never tell you
nothing about myself.
Is this what I have been feeling -
Sometimes, it feels there's nothing you can do
and the world is so much bigger than you,
and your feelings are not worth the time to express them.
Already, you're burying your feet in the sand;
the life itself consumes your existence.
Who can save you if you can't even save yourself?
Your blood, only serves the purpose of keeping you from
falling asleep once again, and dream of what will never be,
and you think of murdering it, and you know you could.
What if she knew, what if he knew, what if you told them,
oh if you could, and if they would!
want to know; not anymore, not now, after it all.
Is this, what I haven't heard?
A mere thought would be enough to make her change her mind,
but then again, it's already gone. And won't ever be back,
and you won't ever think that again, not because you don't want to,
just because it's gone, like everything else.
And if they could see past the tears, they'd see something,
that's what you thought, and you were so wrong, like all the time.
Is this, now that all is gone...
Along the way, you left a trail of so many unspoken words.
Somebody would read between the lines, I thought,
they would see between the smiles, and the many attempts on
always failing, failed happiness,
but they never did, did they?
They never would.
Oh for too long I've been trapped
in this little world of mine.
My words were void, and my soul was numb,
and I didn't know, but I missed you already.
Since I first were alone, I knew I'd be alone,
and since my mouth shut down to my heart,
I knew my stare would never pierce through your
oh, so ever beautiful eyes.
It is hard to know what you can't tell,
it's hard not to tell what you already know,
and God, it's hard to know I would never tell you
nothing about myself.
Is this what I have been feeling -
Sometimes, it feels there's nothing you can do
and the world is so much bigger than you,
and your feelings are not worth the time to express them.
Already, you're burying your feet in the sand;
the life itself consumes your existence.
Who can save you if you can't even save yourself?
Your blood, only serves the purpose of keeping you from
falling asleep once again, and dream of what will never be,
and you think of murdering it, and you know you could.
What if she knew, what if he knew, what if you told them,
oh if you could, and if they would!
want to know; not anymore, not now, after it all.
Is this, what I haven't heard?
A mere thought would be enough to make her change her mind,
but then again, it's already gone. And won't ever be back,
and you won't ever think that again, not because you don't want to,
just because it's gone, like everything else.
And if they could see past the tears, they'd see something,
that's what you thought, and you were so wrong, like all the time.
Is this, now that all is gone...
Along the way, you left a trail of so many unspoken words.
Somebody would read between the lines, I thought,
they would see between the smiles, and the many attempts on
always failing, failed happiness,
but they never did, did they?
They never would.