Wednesday, February 16, 2011

I’m in a room of love,
Feeling full of hate
Hearing screams from above
Taking each change to relate

I don’t try to be this way
A weak heart not immune to neglect
The words I speak aren’t the words I say
I never speak too direct
If my veins could carry all the love in my heart
I’d forever have myself together,
And I’d never fall apart

These broken clocks will no longer haunt
The core of my memories
They tear away inside of me
The pattern of time is dead
When you’ve lied to yourself
And believed it instead

I wish could prove myself the realest of all
I wish I could bring myself up
And learn not to fall
Inside, all I need is your love

I may forget a lot
But in my mind you remain
Like a scar in my thoughts
Like a burn in my brain
I’ll smile because inside, I’m still happy
The sadness rises with the sunset
Too shamed to let anyone see
All my fears and regret

I’m in a room of love,
Feeling full of hate
Hearing screams from above
Taking each change to relate

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