If I could transform my very core into pages
If I could translate all my feelings to words
Then I you can bet I would
But I would only write it to read myself
Like a diary to gaze upon
With cold and bloodshot eyes
When I stay up all night,
Torn by my existence
I want to know why
I wish I could understand my feelings
And put myself into words
Maybe then
I would know what to do with me
If I could translate this hidden message
I am sure lies deep within
Maybe I wouldn't be beside myself
In trying to learn the meaning.
Maybe if I could write my wants
My needs
My thoughts
In a poem, or a simple lyric
I would know just what they were
But I can never find the words
Instead my insides speak in a foreign tongue
No dubbings, no subtitles, no dictionary
Just me listening to clogging whispers
Of which I can never decipher
My life would be so much simpler
If my heart knew English.
Aug 11, 2013
Aug 11, 2013 at 3:26 AM UTC
If I could transform my very core into pages
If I could translate all my feelings to words
Then I you can bet I would
But I would only write it to read myself
Like a diary to gaze upon
With cold and bloodshot eyes
When I stay up all night,
Torn by my existence
I want to know why
I wish I could understand my feelings
And put myself into words
Maybe then
I would know what to do with me
If I could translate this hidden message
I am sure lies deep within
Maybe I wouldn't be beside myself
In trying to learn the meaning.
Maybe if I could write my wants
My needs
My thoughts
In a poem, or a simple lyric
I would know just what they were
But I can never find the words
Instead my insides speak in a foreign tongue
No dubbings, no subtitles, no dictionary
Just me listening to clogging whispers
Of which I can never decipher
My life would be so much simpler
If my heart knew English.
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