frostyangel
Bluelighter
I sit back and look up,
and I see the clouds in the sky passing me by,
I realize that, it is not the only thing I see,
In my lenses I see the reflection of my very own eyes.
I never realized how sad they become until today.
Knowing that I thought noone would know.
I feel all this emptiness inside, not believing that I wanted
to be saved.
I wanted to wollow in all this pain, the craziness of one's mind
can go on for a thousand years, thinking noone understands,
because you asked to be sent, one person, that one person who you thought could listen, to all this nosense your life has picked up along the way to hell.
Even if it was blabble of nothings peaking out of a worry.
That could be forgoting with laughter.
Easiest things grow into something more than what we have ever imagined.
And the hard things wash away in years, because we bury them in the back pages of
our minds, hoping the person who had caused the damage would be the one to remember, all the good times lost. With the tears that were shed upon our faces.
That are felt so unapproved by others.
Dazle us with all that charm that you thought you had going for yourself, as we laugh because we have seen it all before.
Forget what happened yesterday, and who cares about the concentration on tomorrow.
What about now, One slip of the tongue, one smack of the hand, one drop of this full glass, can all change wbat I thought my dreams would be.
and I see the clouds in the sky passing me by,
I realize that, it is not the only thing I see,
In my lenses I see the reflection of my very own eyes.
I never realized how sad they become until today.
Knowing that I thought noone would know.
I feel all this emptiness inside, not believing that I wanted
to be saved.
I wanted to wollow in all this pain, the craziness of one's mind
can go on for a thousand years, thinking noone understands,
because you asked to be sent, one person, that one person who you thought could listen, to all this nosense your life has picked up along the way to hell.
Even if it was blabble of nothings peaking out of a worry.
That could be forgoting with laughter.
Easiest things grow into something more than what we have ever imagined.
And the hard things wash away in years, because we bury them in the back pages of
our minds, hoping the person who had caused the damage would be the one to remember, all the good times lost. With the tears that were shed upon our faces.
That are felt so unapproved by others.
Dazle us with all that charm that you thought you had going for yourself, as we laugh because we have seen it all before.
Forget what happened yesterday, and who cares about the concentration on tomorrow.
What about now, One slip of the tongue, one smack of the hand, one drop of this full glass, can all change wbat I thought my dreams would be.
