The tears that fall down my face seem to be washed away by the waves
But no one notices
The color has disappeared from my eyes
What shall I do in a world so dark
The once bright world ripped right out from under me
For what?
Because someone forgot that there was still someone else left
Still someone else wading in the now still water
I can now say that it is quiet
I guess that this is what they call peace
I guess this is what I have been waiting for
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 7:44 PM UTC
The tears that fall down my face seem to be washed away by the waves
But no one notices
The color has disappeared from my eyes
What shall I do in a world so dark
The once bright world ripped right out from under me
For what?
Because someone forgot that there was still someone else left
Still someone else wading in the now still water
I can now say that it is quiet
I guess that this is what they call peace
I guess this is what I have been waiting for
