(no subject)
I'm so nostalgic for things I used to hate
Can't remember where I left my mind
And I'm a wreak walking around on autopilot
Smiles on the faces of all the people I never respected
A dull ache in my heart/feet/lungs like there's too much pressure I can't release
A wandering soul without a road to travel on
I'd sell it all for a freedom I'm not sure I want
I miss friends from long ago who never even knew who I should have been
I fell apart and all they saw were hollow eyes and nothing more
Undoing images of woven lies will take it all away
Staring at the spaces we used to stand in, we all got lost somewhere along the way
I miss being able to write this way,
In flowing words and tattered phrases
A poetry of decaying imagery
Can't remember where I left my mind
And I'm a wreak walking around on autopilot
Smiles on the faces of all the people I never respected
A dull ache in my heart/feet/lungs like there's too much pressure I can't release
A wandering soul without a road to travel on
I'd sell it all for a freedom I'm not sure I want
I miss friends from long ago who never even knew who I should have been
I fell apart and all they saw were hollow eyes and nothing more
Undoing images of woven lies will take it all away
Staring at the spaces we used to stand in, we all got lost somewhere along the way
I miss being able to write this way,
In flowing words and tattered phrases
A poetry of decaying imagery