and i'll still be here, just who i am today
The pavement was slick and heavy
It called her name
For her life reborn
As she touched the paddle of the woman’s scorn
She held a hand for you.
The road had taken her memory
She had fallen for the world askew.
Her soul lay limp on the floor
While her body touched you in reminisce
And she walks these shadowy halls
Finding her place in the world she belongs
But she moves oh so gracefully around your mind
As shes running away from you.
Theses shadows take her body with a incoherent view
And she holds but not a memory
Not one, not even of you.
And she spins around in her head
With not a simple point of view.
Its her way of saying she can’t be one with you
She sees the pretty haired girl in that pretty summer dress
The one that makes the sun seem right
The sun that shines through her eyes.
The eyes that nothings left behind.
and i'm exhausted with who i am.
i haven't wanted to be someone else for a long time.
today is just one of those days i guess.
and i need my live journal. its for me.
and i'm a shitty person, and i'm left here, on this end of the screen alone, and tears will keep on falling cuz i don't know what needs to be done and its like things are crashing left and right. and i don't think i'll be missed.
tonite was like non other, but yet its like all the other nights i've had to lay in bed and weep for something i can't have because of the person i am, and the flaws that make the person i am. and how i can't just change over night. I'd like to have the feeling that i'm wanted, but its not possible when all i see when i look in the mirror is how i don't fit.
i'm walking on eggshells.
It called her name
For her life reborn
As she touched the paddle of the woman’s scorn
She held a hand for you.
The road had taken her memory
She had fallen for the world askew.
Her soul lay limp on the floor
While her body touched you in reminisce
And she walks these shadowy halls
Finding her place in the world she belongs
But she moves oh so gracefully around your mind
As shes running away from you.
Theses shadows take her body with a incoherent view
And she holds but not a memory
Not one, not even of you.
And she spins around in her head
With not a simple point of view.
Its her way of saying she can’t be one with you
She sees the pretty haired girl in that pretty summer dress
The one that makes the sun seem right
The sun that shines through her eyes.
The eyes that nothings left behind.
and i'm exhausted with who i am.
i haven't wanted to be someone else for a long time.
today is just one of those days i guess.
and i need my live journal. its for me.
and i'm a shitty person, and i'm left here, on this end of the screen alone, and tears will keep on falling cuz i don't know what needs to be done and its like things are crashing left and right. and i don't think i'll be missed.
tonite was like non other, but yet its like all the other nights i've had to lay in bed and weep for something i can't have because of the person i am, and the flaws that make the person i am. and how i can't just change over night. I'd like to have the feeling that i'm wanted, but its not possible when all i see when i look in the mirror is how i don't fit.
i'm walking on eggshells.