Birds Of A Feather....
I miss you, the next time I see you can I hold your hand?
It makes it easier, b/c against the world is where we stand
But against the wall is where I want you to be
The friction, adrenaline, my breathe all you'll be able to see
Over Thinking So I'm Gonna Sit Down
I'm not important am I? My life seems miniscule
Everytime I try and do something I'm met with ridicule
To be honest I don't seem to matter
My life's a shity joke that isn't even met with laughter
Whenever I'd get nervous
So nervous I'd be freezing cold
I slipped inside my sweater
Where it's nice and warm
If I blink will you disappear?
If I leave would you even care my dear?
I suppose we're both ghosts
We don't belong here, like rebellious quotes
Am I An Abstract Painting In A Gallery Full Of Still Life's, Or Is That Just My Ego?
I am different, I'm not like the others, I'm unique
My writing style is an unknown technique
My soul is a colorful mess
My lips whisper tales of old, though my eyes are colorless