Hiding nothing from each other, Only good feelings and pleasure, Never going to let go, Except one of us lied, Secretly playing the feild, To find true love elsewhere, Leaving me behind, You move on alone, ???
At the height of my sleep deprivation I saw the sun rise two times in one day And my brain cried out in desperation As all my thoughts remain in disarray. My blankets are trying to smother me. I've memorized the cracks in the ceiling. I just need for my body to be free, To escape this never ending feeling That I will always be trapped in my mind Haunted by the ghosts of my past mistakes Unable to face the world I will find When this fever eventually breaks. Only in my dreams do I find my peace That is where all my anxieties cease
Does not stand still People think it's not a big deal Just something measured by a clock Tic-Tock
No matter what you do it cannot be blocked It never stops and cannot be stopped It will never halt It has never been seen Embedded into our genes It's presence we should be aware It lingers in the air You know it's there It has such importance Then why is it so distorted
In a flash of light it is night Before you know it we are grown Then the questions How much of it was blown? How much of it did I spend on the phone ? Why did I spend so much of it alone ? Did I spend enough of it with my own ?
Then we go to our grave Where there will be no more Time and None remains !!
what i see is a generation of funeral pyres what i see is children being scattered like seeds scattered like ashes chasing a dream that promised us joy what i see is something wandering wild and perfect and broken i think that's it's god i don't know anything about god
what i hear is my best friends choking down their fear with a bottle on the weekends what i hear is a story called "joy" and how my name fits in it like a wisdom tooth in an overcrowded mouth what i hear is that things get worse before they get better i don't know anything about getting better
what i feel is lonely what i feel is sick to death of always running from what i know, from what i don't what i feel is tired of this race i never signed up for what i feel is like maybe there never was joy, like maybe all happiness is is the spaces between aches that we fill with anything soft i don't know anything about being soft
what i say is nothing because fear is a wired jaw and joy is pulling teeth one can't exist in the presence of the other i don't know anything about anything other