domingo, enero 28, 2007
[I have a better version of me]
(Inscribe these words into my head)
Covering. Cowering. In the corner of this room. Unnerved. Reserved. Deserving. This solitude. Wasting. Tasting. Rejection. Once again. Trying. To stop crying. I knew It would end. I don't wanna try anymore. Maybe. Crying. Again. To be noticed. If it all ends the same way. Why even bother trying. Saying no More. I won't forget. I'll disappear into the background. I'll become a silhouette. Always. Nice memory. I know. Feeling the same. Giving up and giving in. Is there any other way. Losing hope. Losing you. Lost. I'll lose it all someday. Someday, someday. Maybe this is not so bad. Being alone. Staring at the walls for hours. Disconnect the telephone. But you don't cross my mind at all. "I'm alright". Inscribe these words into my head. Every night. What a lie. I can't explain it to you. My heart is open like a book. Why won't you take a look. I feel like a fool. A shadow in the midst. Which you won't even miss. I don't want to try anymore to be seen. Don't lie. Now I'm nobody's dream. I can't forget. I've disappeared into the distance. I've become a silhouette. I've disappeared. Into the distance. I've disappeared. Into the distance.
Esta idea ha sido patentada a nombre de Victima de la Alegria a las 6:23 p. m.
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{xoxo}
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