Their lies
Their eyes
Their otherwise successful tries
Each time I die
A little inside
When I go a night
Without your sight
Can you understand?
What it means to me?
To be set free and not see,
What I’m not meant to see?
Take it from me,
Seeing isn’t what it’s cracked up to be.
Demands
Cold hands
And otherwise vacant land
Each time I die
A little inside
When I leave your sight
On a cold night
Can you walk this street,
With me, sweeping your feet?
Mind my landmines
And keep to my beat?
Take it from me,
You laugh, but it’s no easy feat
To sleep
Dreams creep
With otherwise silent weeps
Each time I die
A little inside
When I have to lie
To have you by my side
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Another day passes, where I’m left apart from the masses.
Could somebody please tell me, what I am doing?
There’s a cold and lonely beanie on the ground
And I’m here wishing that you were around
I can’t help but turn up my music’s sound
And pretend that no one knows what I have found
Another day passes, where I’m left apart from the masses.
And I would complain, if everyone weren’t sick of hearing it again.
There are thousands of miles to my destination
And I’m here wishing life could go on vacation
I can’t help but get no satisfaction
And I pretend that no one knows about my decisions
Another day passes, where I’m left apart from the masses.
Could someone please declare that life is once again fair?
There are thousands of lakes in which no one wants to swim
And I think I’d like to jump in on a stupid whim
I can’t help but stay on the surface and just skim
And pretend that while not submerged, I’m still prim
Another day passes, where I’m left apart from the masses.
Could someone please, my purpose restore, and tell me what I'm doing this for?
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