Open your eyes.
Answer your doors.
Listen to my cry.
You've seen my tears.
I've given so much unto you.
But what to do.
Lost in my own distastes.
Last minute.
Pick up the pace.
You see it in the mirror.
Yet your future is as
unclear to you as
your shortcomings.
One day you'll run away.
Run away.
To what makes you happy.
Sep 28, 2010
Sep 28, 2010 at 6:50 PM UTC
Open your eyes.
Answer your doors.
Listen to my cry.
You've seen my tears.
I've given so much unto you.
But what to do.
Lost in my own distastes.
Last minute.
Pick up the pace.
You see it in the mirror.
Yet your future is as
unclear to you as
your shortcomings.
One day you'll run away.
Run away.
To what makes you happy.