if i write i write because i feel with no reason. i write because my fingers are eager and my mind is uneasy... with the music loud but not loud enough.. to drown out this person i am...
i'm not really sure who i am .. i've become this person i didnt want to be
these lonely lips grasping at the sweetness of wanting.. quenching the thirst of passions long gone. lonely as i have been these past years.. i am amazed at how it can go deeper yet
it's just another night too much like all those before. it's just another song that isn't quite right. so close, but no, no one knows. how or what or why
if i don't remember you now its because someone else has invaded my heart what can it mean.. it makes me sad though knowing it will never be. if love never ends but it changes how do i adjust myself to suit them.. i feel different but the same still..
i stare at the calendar wondering how another day has past. i was so unaware of how or why it must. like those long weekends when everything came undone even though nothing happened
he breathed and it filled my lungs with life again. i had lived, but not like this. he touched me and all that dead skin suddenly had living nerve ends.
now i fear alone again. am i wrong or am i right? tell me now before i die another time. stop me now before i lose myself
