Mar 27, 2005 10:02
Blue collared shirts and pink hair ties
A belt to match her shoes, perfect highlights
Soft pink lips a softer smooth neckline
I dont even think i have to mention here eyes
A frightened little boy too afraid to say Hi
But god damn its all I want It would be so nice
Why do i get so fucking shy?
Why am i too afraid to try?
But I know.
So I sit
And imagine myself with
A beautiful girl like this
But Im nothing
She'll gain nothing from me
I used to know a boy who would always cry
When he started kindergarten he was only 5
But he never saw it coming had no idea what its like
To be without his mom and not have her by his side
You see before he left the nest they would always lie
Tell him he was special, he felt loved and he knew why
But kids can be so cruel to a boy and his pride
His parents couldnt know the damage done inside
Of their boy
So it hurts
Ive been this way since birth
It was just a silly slur
It meant nothing
Now I feel nothing for me.
Well this boy grew up its no surprise
He fakes his confidence but hides his eyes.
He doesnt want you looking into his mind
Because he knows if you could see him you'd run and hide
Now he goes with the flow hes in it for the ride
Like a tiny grain of sand waiting for the tide
To set him on the beach where he'll reside for all time.
And just like his parents his tells so many lies
But they buy it
So it works
Stylish hair and button down shirts
A perfect find with so many perks.
But he sees nothing
He's worth nothing to him.
So Im starring at this girl and think what it'd be like
To have her make me feel the way I felt before 5
Im still a little boy so scared of the outside
Im a shaking little dog afraid of its own bite
So I guess i'll never see her after tonight
She could do so much better she need a mr. right
Not a mr. worth-nothing not a mr. tired
Those kids still throw their rocks and still take out my pride
From back then
So i drink
Ill get so drunk I cant even sing
Because no matter what i will always think
That I am nothing
Ill be nothing to her.
And I try
My hardest to have a goodtime
To keep you believing the lie
But it is nothing
The truth is so much more.
But we know
Ill retreat to the strength of my home
Ill go to sleep and Ill sleep all alone
You all mean nothing
And I am everything
That exists.