Lost In Myself
I sit in a room
Surrounded by glass
And I feel it fall and crack
But if I stay in here
I’ll dream of better days
But the real world’s catchin’ up to me, anyway
And the glass comes tumbling down
To the ground
And the place I once knew shatters
It can’t be found
And I’m Lost In Myself
I’m Lost In Myself
I sit and I wonder and I dream
I think of what this place really means
My dream world’s serene
It’s peaceful and clean
But that’s just the way it seems
And the glass comes tumbling down
To the ground
And the place I once knew shatters
It can’t be found
And I’m Lost In Myself
I’m Lost In Myself
What is this thing called love
Is it sent from up above
Or maybe from down below
It’s a hell that we all must know
And I wish things could stay the same
I wish I didn’t have to rearrange
But staying here is lying to myself
And the glass comes tumbling down
To the ground
And the place I once knew shatters
It can’t be found
And I’m Lost In Myself
I’m Lost In Myself
Yea.
Um.....
Yea.
I'm a little depressed.
Don't know why?
Then thats because I don't want you to know.
You know what I've noticed in the last few days. No one starts an IM convo. with me anymore. I always start it off. Does it feel like a burden to talk to me? If I never IM'ed anyone, would I never have an IM convo? These are questions I ask myself as I wonder what you say behind my back. I know. I'm paranoid. But I have every fucking right to be. And....yet....GOD DAMN GIRLS AND THEIR FREAKY ASS MINDSETS
Surrounded by glass
And I feel it fall and crack
But if I stay in here
I’ll dream of better days
But the real world’s catchin’ up to me, anyway
And the glass comes tumbling down
To the ground
And the place I once knew shatters
It can’t be found
And I’m Lost In Myself
I’m Lost In Myself
I sit and I wonder and I dream
I think of what this place really means
My dream world’s serene
It’s peaceful and clean
But that’s just the way it seems
And the glass comes tumbling down
To the ground
And the place I once knew shatters
It can’t be found
And I’m Lost In Myself
I’m Lost In Myself
What is this thing called love
Is it sent from up above
Or maybe from down below
It’s a hell that we all must know
And I wish things could stay the same
I wish I didn’t have to rearrange
But staying here is lying to myself
And the glass comes tumbling down
To the ground
And the place I once knew shatters
It can’t be found
And I’m Lost In Myself
I’m Lost In Myself
Yea.
Um.....
Yea.
I'm a little depressed.
Don't know why?
Then thats because I don't want you to know.
You know what I've noticed in the last few days. No one starts an IM convo. with me anymore. I always start it off. Does it feel like a burden to talk to me? If I never IM'ed anyone, would I never have an IM convo? These are questions I ask myself as I wonder what you say behind my back. I know. I'm paranoid. But I have every fucking right to be. And....yet....GOD DAMN GIRLS AND THEIR FREAKY ASS MINDSETS