How can an empty room make so much sound?
How can laughter turn into tears?
When light has come, the morning should smile.
But unfortunately, I don't.
How is it, that I can't make a single noise, but everyone fills the room with nothing but noise?
How is it, I sit down, and everyone stands up?
How come life rushes by me so fast? Yet, I'm the only one walking?
Every step I take, is just like walking one water.
But I could never make it to shore.
When I sit down on an empty bridge, I can hear nothing but tears.
But when the crowd comes aloft, I hear nothing but self-contradiction.
Why is it they can smile over broken dreams that will never be put together again?
How come, when I see them, living life...I see nothing but hurt and sorrow in their future?
Sometimes, I feel like somethings wrong with them
when maybe....somethings wrong with me.
I would breathe if I could.
Every step I take, everything rushes by me.
Like a ghost in black remorse walking the lands of Earth in limbo.
Wish I could close my eyes and pretend the world is happy.
But, cover my eyes for me, and fake the smile.
I wish, but that could never be as satisfying as what could really be.
Because even though next to this noise of hatred and hurt
Next to the noise that I sometimes get caught up in.
Holding my hand alongside you...
Is as silent as can be....
 Pain-Killer 4 Dead Angels · Fri Nov 23, 2007 @ 02:51am · 0 Comments |
