Why the sad face you say?
Today is just another day..
I know who I am
Yet I am still lost
As I walk through this dark tunnel
I can always see the light at the end
But I never get any closer...
Black & yellow are the colors I see
and they make me so violently angry
but yet so very happy
When I wake up, I have a headache
But death never has scared me
The pain is just what I need
I never wish to be someone I'm not
but it makes me weary
and tired
no matter how beautiful it is.
Everything black and yellow, penetrates into my head
giving me a rush
making my heart want to burst, escape into ache.
This is why I worship no one.
Why should I believe in something I feel is unreal
I can feel your hands, your lips when you breath.
I know you are real.
I smell your ever so subtle presence
you are very unique
like a flower, but prettier.
I'm sorry my mind..
it twists and turns when I start to write
I can never stay on one subject for long until I move on to another
And before you know it I'm talking about flowers. <(^ ^)>
Today is just another day..
I know who I am
Yet I am still lost
As I walk through this dark tunnel
I can always see the light at the end
But I never get any closer...
Black & yellow are the colors I see
and they make me so violently angry
but yet so very happy
When I wake up, I have a headache
But death never has scared me
The pain is just what I need
I never wish to be someone I'm not
but it makes me weary
and tired
no matter how beautiful it is.
Everything black and yellow, penetrates into my head
giving me a rush
making my heart want to burst, escape into ache.
This is why I worship no one.
Why should I believe in something I feel is unreal
I can feel your hands, your lips when you breath.
I know you are real.
I smell your ever so subtle presence
you are very unique
like a flower, but prettier.
I'm sorry my mind..
it twists and turns when I start to write
I can never stay on one subject for long until I move on to another
And before you know it I'm talking about flowers. <(^ ^)>