Thighs sore...
When I dream, I dream of Wonderland.
Not of you and me in the sand.
When I speak, I speak what I mean.
I never look back, my meaning never leaves.
When I start to think of the past,
I remember how much I wanted out of it,
And forget it ever happened.
When I wake, I wake to make things happen.
I know what I want.
I want more.
More work,
More money,
More energy,
More stuff,
More experiences,
I want More.
More time,
More life.
I want more of everything.
Because while I’m content with what I have,
I never settle.
I’ll always just want,
More.
When I said good-bye,
I meant,
You’re as good as dead to me.
So haunting me,
As you are,
Is nothing but echoes of a life,
That never really existed to me to start with.
So stop deluding yourself,
You’re wasting your energy.
Your guilt, doesn’t make me feel pity for you.
You chose your path.
I went mine.
I’ve never looked back,
Even after all this time.
I had to burn the bridge,
To a life I never wanted and couldn’t pretend to live.
You didn’t understand me then,
You can’t reach me now.
Your attempts are futile,
So stop disillusioning yourself.
Good-bye didn’t mean we’ll get along later,
It meant,
You’re dead in my world.
My thoughts never go back to you,
Unless somebody asks me to,
But they don’t, because, they don’t care.
You’re the only one remembering,
You’re the only one reaching out,
Is it lonely where you are,
Waiting for somebody to reach back?
Don’t hold your breathe for me,
I won’t be helping you out.
When I said good-bye,
I meant,
You’re dead as if you never were.
I love how everybody likes to throw my words back in my face thinking that them saying it doesn’t prove my statements as having been true and still are. Amusing, sad, lame. Get your own fucking brain.
The past can’t dig its claws into me any more. I’ve accepted all of it; I bare my scars and keep moving on.
Not of you and me in the sand.
When I speak, I speak what I mean.
I never look back, my meaning never leaves.
When I start to think of the past,
I remember how much I wanted out of it,
And forget it ever happened.
When I wake, I wake to make things happen.
I know what I want.
I want more.
More work,
More money,
More energy,
More stuff,
More experiences,
I want More.
More time,
More life.
I want more of everything.
Because while I’m content with what I have,
I never settle.
I’ll always just want,
More.
When I said good-bye,
I meant,
You’re as good as dead to me.
So haunting me,
As you are,
Is nothing but echoes of a life,
That never really existed to me to start with.
So stop deluding yourself,
You’re wasting your energy.
Your guilt, doesn’t make me feel pity for you.
You chose your path.
I went mine.
I’ve never looked back,
Even after all this time.
I had to burn the bridge,
To a life I never wanted and couldn’t pretend to live.
You didn’t understand me then,
You can’t reach me now.
Your attempts are futile,
So stop disillusioning yourself.
Good-bye didn’t mean we’ll get along later,
It meant,
You’re dead in my world.
My thoughts never go back to you,
Unless somebody asks me to,
But they don’t, because, they don’t care.
You’re the only one remembering,
You’re the only one reaching out,
Is it lonely where you are,
Waiting for somebody to reach back?
Don’t hold your breathe for me,
I won’t be helping you out.
When I said good-bye,
I meant,
You’re dead as if you never were.
I love how everybody likes to throw my words back in my face thinking that them saying it doesn’t prove my statements as having been true and still are. Amusing, sad, lame. Get your own fucking brain.
The past can’t dig its claws into me any more. I’ve accepted all of it; I bare my scars and keep moving on.