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Sunny beings align the door
They know I'm not one of them anymore
They still walk and talk the same,
knowing I'm the one who changed
I feel all these memories coming back
My heart is on the edge of a heart attack
Heavy chest and drooping eyes
All I want to do is cry.
But that sad side, they shall never know
For me, I'd rather be hollow,
Cold to the world with my tired sigh
My loss of perfection is my only high
High on these words, killing me
Those words that they expect to save me
They constantly sing
But how can they expect save me
When I'd rather drag in my suffering
and I won't let them in?
One day I may open up and let them see,
This help cry,
killing me
Goodbye Sunny Beings
 Pixie Le Strange · Wed Mar 19, 2008 @ 11:32pm · 0 Comments |
