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
I've Done Enough
I have plenty of questions
That slowly eat away at me
Like a plague in the water
And all you are is the rain
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
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