im not here to decieve
mislead, or misconstrue
ive got nothing in my bare hands
nothing to offer, nothing to harm
im comfortable in my monotony
i languish in the obsolete
im not asking for anything
im not even asking for you to hear me
i just want you to feel me
for what i am
im nothing special
but im certainly not something unimportant
im something to be reckoned with
in my own tiny way
ive got stars behind my sleepy eyes
fo 37 million other people than you
ive moved on
halfway
and led myself once again to the middle ground
half my mind on my selfish parts
half my mind on yours
i cant help but be smitten by you
and all of your amazing parts
and all of your meaningless words
theres some magic to you
a magic to your hope
and your destruction
that brings me to this awful place
where i cant figure out if i should call out to you
or AT you.
or even for you
i just dont know
you stole such a simple part of me
and you wont fucking let go
just pull that final straw
twist my arm again
so bring me out of here
to make me level again
to make me happy again
hating you.
im dumbfounded by that look in your eyes
when i think that you still love me
im frightened and scared by the look in your eyes
when i can almost taste the deciet
im enamored by that look in your eyes, during recollections of your lovers touch
in the end you leave me empty
and hanging, again
stuck here in my middle ground
writing poems about you, lying about being happy with being obsolete
acting like im powerful, and strong
amused by the idea of someday being that girl
who realized what a jackass you were
and didnt sell herself.
oh well.
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there is freedom within/ there is freedom without/ try to catch the deluge in a paper cup/ theres a battle ahead/many battles are lost/but youll never see the end of the road when youre traveling with me....NF.
[This message has been edited by drea (edited 12 August 2001).]
mislead, or misconstrue
ive got nothing in my bare hands
nothing to offer, nothing to harm
im comfortable in my monotony
i languish in the obsolete
im not asking for anything
im not even asking for you to hear me
i just want you to feel me
for what i am
im nothing special
but im certainly not something unimportant
im something to be reckoned with
in my own tiny way
ive got stars behind my sleepy eyes
fo 37 million other people than you
ive moved on
halfway
and led myself once again to the middle ground
half my mind on my selfish parts
half my mind on yours
i cant help but be smitten by you
and all of your amazing parts
and all of your meaningless words
theres some magic to you
a magic to your hope
and your destruction
that brings me to this awful place
where i cant figure out if i should call out to you
or AT you.
or even for you
i just dont know
you stole such a simple part of me
and you wont fucking let go
just pull that final straw
twist my arm again
so bring me out of here
to make me level again
to make me happy again
hating you.
im dumbfounded by that look in your eyes
when i think that you still love me
im frightened and scared by the look in your eyes
when i can almost taste the deciet
im enamored by that look in your eyes, during recollections of your lovers touch
in the end you leave me empty
and hanging, again
stuck here in my middle ground
writing poems about you, lying about being happy with being obsolete
acting like im powerful, and strong
amused by the idea of someday being that girl
who realized what a jackass you were
and didnt sell herself.
oh well.
------------------
there is freedom within/ there is freedom without/ try to catch the deluge in a paper cup/ theres a battle ahead/many battles are lost/but youll never see the end of the road when youre traveling with me....NF.
[This message has been edited by drea (edited 12 August 2001).]
