My eyes dream a lot
Dot dot dot
I don't know why but my mind sing a lot
La la la
ITS ALL FAKE
I'm just caged into a phase that I cannot escape
Missing a few people that I cannot replace
Chasing a few others who's not in the race
But it's a tale of one girl that my mind is having a hard time to create
Is it that I can't relate?
Or is it that she's so real that I can't be awake?
I wish that she was mine, but my eyes are having a hard time
Everytime I blink I reset my connection
So I force my eyes to stay open, and I almost cry for reanimation
Then I look away, ...and there goes my elation
My diaphragm doesn't have any strength and my Adam's apple doesn't have any vibration
I usually can visualize, then harmonize upon divine relations
She's the only girl who can appear in my spaces
And make my mind and eyes go spacious
...just when I thought I was creative
I'm so tenacious, but my imagination is sedative
I don't know how my musical tongue became dumb
She's ideal to fantasize about and vocalize In regard to
My eyes are soft, but to paint the perfect loft, it's hard to
I try to stay on key but my lips are locked
I try to stay on beat, but when I hear the tap of her feet my heart drop
Why won't my unreality and melody write her a song?
Because it's only right if I wrote her a poem !
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 7:58 PM UTC
My eyes dream a lot
Dot dot dot
I don't know why but my mind sing a lot
La la la
ITS ALL FAKE
I'm just caged into a phase that I cannot escape
Missing a few people that I cannot replace
Chasing a few others who's not in the race
But it's a tale of one girl that my mind is having a hard time to create
Is it that I can't relate?
Or is it that she's so real that I can't be awake?
I wish that she was mine, but my eyes are having a hard time
Everytime I blink I reset my connection
So I force my eyes to stay open, and I almost cry for reanimation
Then I look away, ...and there goes my elation
My diaphragm doesn't have any strength and my Adam's apple doesn't have any vibration
I usually can visualize, then harmonize upon divine relations
She's the only girl who can appear in my spaces
And make my mind and eyes go spacious
...just when I thought I was creative
I'm so tenacious, but my imagination is sedative
I don't know how my musical tongue became dumb
She's ideal to fantasize about and vocalize In regard to
My eyes are soft, but to paint the perfect loft, it's hard to
I try to stay on key but my lips are locked
I try to stay on beat, but when I hear the tap of her feet my heart drop
Why won't my unreality and melody write her a song?
Because it's only right if I wrote her a poem !
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