And As Fast As You Left My Life
Suddenly
You Were In It Again...
...No, Wait,
Suddenly
You Were My Life Again
Wandering eyes sought refuge through nothing but a careless whisper
To bring about a new cherished bond neither foresaw
A union in its forging among a rhythmic pairing of drifters
The angel and the outlaw
Both seeking what long had they dreamt
A companion much like them
A soul tested with fire
A heart burned with passion
Forging a path to see if the chance to meet was meant
To be, To become
The soulbird reaching higher
Past the expectations of sheer compassion
Towards the city of light and of love
The Angel and the Outlaw
Building harmonies to whisper through the songs of the dove
Trembling hands awaken
Scattered breathing rattles the foundations
Of a once steady sailboat of sanity
Uncontrolled movements
Robotic winds twist and turn the mast
In a momentary lapse of madness, it snaps
Screams stream clearly
Clood red tears create an oasis of isolation
While slippery, silver threads of hope
Are precariously woven for warmth
The words stick like a glue
As it sinks into my skin.
The assumption are dire but true,
Ravaging the conscience to begin.
Deranged is what becomes of my piece of mind
As the guilt inexorably attaches.
Bonded to one's pride - my dignity is left behind -
And my self-esteem is left with cuts and scratches.
As the cuts on my wrist turn into scars and dry
My mother stares at me in fear of what else i’ll do.
I don’t know how to fight off the monsters that are locked inside;
They’re right under the surface trying to break through.
Life seems insignificant, all sense of self-worth has died
And i’m merely hanging on by a thread.
Along with the people I know, my emotions are pushed aside,
To succumb to resentment, i’d rather be dead.
I failed to see it from the start
And it tore me open till the end.
It is time to burn whatever is left of those demons in my heart,
It is now time to make amends.
To discover the real meaning of our lives that is true,
We must persevere through its journey and be formed anew.
Tring tring tring...
Hello, is it you?
Can you hear me?
Say something...
The silence is killing me.
Let me relive the lost memory.
I still have your number saved,
Your photograph in my pocket.
Tring tring tring...
Hello, is it you?
I waited beside the phone for days,
To hear you voice one last time,
To tell you how much it pains,
Do you still miss me?
How is she?
Does she love you more than I did?
Now, I am unknown number,
That was once on your speed dial.
How fast her fingers move on
From work out tips to
Cannes festival link
Her heart and mind afloat in the
Jolly, juvenile winds,
She opens her wings and flies into the jet streams,
Soaring for the highest peak of her heart
Always dreaming, imagining her future fantasy,
Hoping reality wouldn't crush her
Before she even starts struggling.
Send me away
Because you don't like it.
Censor my name
Because you hate
The sight of it.
I know the ways
That make you
A human,
And I've seen
You in your lowest points.
But you cannot
Just clear me away,
Because bad things
Happen everyday.
You cannot deny it
But you can hide it,
But trouble brews
Like an unobserved
Boiling pot:
The more time
That you are away,
The water boils over
Destroying passionate flames.
But that's okay...
You always fix It in the end.
You say you'll improve,
But you do it all again...
And I let you know,
I remind you everyday,
But you turn me off
Because you don't
Want to improve.
Why, that it actually
made you wonder if
there will ever be
this time that out in
the middle of
nowhere someone
out there will
fearlessly choose
to be with you,
no matter what
the circumstances
may be.
You are about to embark on a journey
Just simply enjoy the ride
Nothing is meant to be easy
Take everything in stride
You will go through a learning process
Potential terrains and pitfalls will try to deter you
Lift yourself and find your inner strength
Strive for excellence in everything that you do
The words stick like a glue
As it sinks into my skin.
The assumption are dire but true,
Ravaging the conscience to begin.
Deranged is what becomes of my piece of mind
As the guilt inexorably attaches.
Bonded to one's pride - my dignity is left behind -
And my self-esteem is left with cuts and scratches.
As the cuts on my wrist turn into scars and dry
My mother stares at me in fear of what else i’ll do.
I don’t know how to fight off the monsters that are locked inside;
They’re right under the surface trying to break through.
Life seems insignificant, all sense of self-worth has died
And i’m merely hanging on by a thread.
Along with the people I know, my emotions are pushed aside,
To succumb to resentment, i’d rather be dead.
I failed to see it from the start
And it tore me open till the end.
It is time to burn whatever is left of those demons in my heart,
It is now time to make amends.
To discover the real meaning of our lives that is true,
We must persevere through its journey and be formed anew.