I sit here not nameless
not foreign not forgotten
but simply just swept aside.
I hate how it feels
soiled and rotten
I wish I didn't know how to hide.
I'm so good at fading
I blend so well with the night
commiserating, caught feelings in tide.
I wish a harsher tone would strike my tune
I wish I could reveal all my self worth to you
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 9:58 PM UTC
I sit here not nameless
not foreign not forgotten
but simply just swept aside.
I hate how it feels
soiled and rotten
I wish I didn't know how to hide.
I'm so good at fading
I blend so well with the night
commiserating, caught feelings in tide.
I wish a harsher tone would strike my tune
I wish I could reveal all my self worth to you
