the quiet reflection of me.
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As I lie here thinking
Can’t think of one good reason
For what I’ve done
to you
I’ve seen both sides
I know the pain of being alone
And I have
to confess this finally…

That I can’t move and I can’t breathe
I can’t love
and I can’t speak
I can’t trust and I can’t run
I can’t wake and I can’t
sleep

You hear my voice cry
Take my
heart
And break it with your hands
I give you my life
Set in the potter’s
hands
Make it what you want
Cause I can’t move and I can’t breathe
I
can’t love and I can’t speak
I can’t trust and I can’t run
I can’t wake
and I can’t sleep
…I can’t when it is constantly haunting me.

.
.
.

In your eyes I am awful
Whatever happened to your head
You can not reach
’cause I’m as good as dead
I am a weak one
Guess I’m not so smart
You jump on my bones now
So I can not walk
You
hit my head with stones now
So I can’t talk
You even rip my heart
out
So everyone can see
The awful mess, the loneliness
That’s inside of
me
Yeah, yeah, I’m hurt
… No, I’m worse.

April 7th, 2008 at 7:11 am