For the life of me I can't see through this, Through the haze of denial. Through the subtle hints of rejection. I'm sick of believing in something that isn't there. Sick of trying, and reaching into nothing but air. This uncertainty is about to kill me. I need to find some relief.
I tried to write this song for you, But the words won't come out right. I don't know what to say, Even though I've said it all before. I feel like I should say something more. One more thing to bring you in, or push you away.
These words weren't meant to be taken lightly, But, I make it so easy for things to be brushed away. I'll be alright, it's ok. I just wish you could feel what I feel. Read a little deeper into what I say.
I tried to write this song for you, But the words won't come out right. I don't know what to say, Even though I've said it all before. You're tired of hearing it. I'm tired of saying it.
I'll just stare at the floor instead of looking into your eyes, I'll hear the words spoken, emphasis on every line. Leave the sentences scrambled and overlooked. I have no words to offer. My mouth is shut. All things must come to and end.
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