i wrote this in like 3 seconds. the thoughts just came to me
Title: I want...
Sometimes, I think of carring a mic every where i go.
So i could be heard.
And I want to look at the sky
without wondering why.
for once in my life
i'd like to hear things crytal clear
Instead of lost in the fog
with nothing but the words NUMB written on my sleeve
I want to feel everything real
and things that are not
i want to never see my face in your tears
I want my mind to be empty like that cave you call a chest
yeah i want it empty. i want a little rest.
Title: I want...
Sometimes, I think of carring a mic every where i go.
So i could be heard.
And I want to look at the sky
without wondering why.
for once in my life
i'd like to hear things crytal clear
Instead of lost in the fog
with nothing but the words NUMB written on my sleeve
I want to feel everything real
and things that are not
i want to never see my face in your tears
I want my mind to be empty like that cave you call a chest
yeah i want it empty. i want a little rest.