Look at me,
I've lost the ability to judge right from wrong...
Please show me the right way,
Teach me where to draw the line, real hard and strong...
I didn't realise I what I was doing,
I didnt pause to think and wonder why...
I was so caught up in feeling good,
I never realised I was making someone cry...
Right now I'm feeling lost and empty inside;
I feel like a cold shell that has no emotion...
I don't think I deserve what I have,
My life feels like it's going in slow motion...
I can't seem to digest why I did what I did;
Now when I recollect, it feels so not like me...
What posessed me into doing it ,
I know I won't be able to answer this completely...
Back then I wasn't thinking,
I didn't even pay attention to the sin I was committing...
I was nodding and agreeing,
Not realising that I should instead be quitting...
You know what I've realise now,
You don't need to look any further for a complete loser...
If you want to find someone who has been cheap and crappy twice,
Just look at me - the greatest 'Faith, Love and Trust Abuser'....
Monday, 30 November 2009
Wednesday, 4 November 2009
Lost In Translation.......
Hold my hand, inside your hands,
I need someone who understands...
The storm doesn't seem to recede,
To push me over, it succeeds.
Fast disappearing is the horizon,
I plead with the wizened man's son..
How do I get rid of the shackles all around,
I can't even seem to hold my ground.
Lies, secrets, disappointments overflow,
Shall I give it back, quid pro quo?
Sometimes all you get is emptiness,
When all you want is for some things to make sense..
Purple smoke, forms circles and colourful patterns,
I feel light, comforted, and take a spin on the rings of saturn..
Round and round I go, leaving the world behind,
Content and satiated, answers I think I will find..
I need someone who understands...
The storm doesn't seem to recede,
To push me over, it succeeds.
Fast disappearing is the horizon,
I plead with the wizened man's son..
How do I get rid of the shackles all around,
I can't even seem to hold my ground.
Lies, secrets, disappointments overflow,
Shall I give it back, quid pro quo?
Sometimes all you get is emptiness,
When all you want is for some things to make sense..
Purple smoke, forms circles and colourful patterns,
I feel light, comforted, and take a spin on the rings of saturn..
Round and round I go, leaving the world behind,
Content and satiated, answers I think I will find..
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