Hv u ever had 1 of those days when ntg monumental happens,n u just feel alone... I love these cold days in some ways,walking alone thru d streets allows me to gather my thoughts....Watching d ebb n flow of d ppl...Feeling d wind on my fingertips,d lights burning my eyes...It seems that v are on our separate paths nw...As with many things in life,they don't stay d same...Whr v once were fren nw it seems v are in an uneasy truce...V see each other on d street but v ignore each other...v look at each other knowing n remembering but d past means ntg...D sun once shone on the both of us,nw it is as if V r poles apart.
There remains for us but a lifetime to cry
V find solace in the glow our cigarette tips...Peace in the bottom of our bottle,but d sorrow which inhibits us all cannot b suppressed for long...Like a drone in the back of our ears it is always thr...Waiting for our moment of weakness...Waiting for...Waiting for us to realize that everything v hold dear means nth in d end...When they ask if I'm happy,of course v answer yes...But in fact it is at that moment when v r winning that uneasy truce.
A little Bit Lost A little Bit Empty
A little Bit Lonely A little Bit Isolated
A little Bit Cold Here A little Bit Cold
A little Bit Fearful A little Bit Hopeful
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