I'm going through my old pages, I can feel the tip of my quill, digging in too much.
Was it too much hate, or too much love.
I'm wearing my broken smile, my rusty old rings.
My purple shirt with the top button off,
Just the way you like it.
I'm a few steps from falling and crying,
A few thoughts from breaking down.
I'm living in my sorrow, living the way I'd never do.
So innocent, so deep, I fail to understand.
And every word I say, tells them my story.
Every thought I think, bring me down.
On my knees again, trying to shut it out.
How I miss you so much, when no one lets my hair down.
When I dont feel a prick, as I run too fast..
Where are you?
When I need you just enough to cry all day, and I weep all night in my sorrow.
It took me oceans to realise, you're not here...
I couldnt even tell you, I'm just the way you like me.
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