Sometimes it just hurts to feel alive,
I never asked for this feeling, it just came.
I walk through the emotions only to find,
how disappointing life truly is.
No friends to talk to I weep in sorrow,
painting my nails to speak the words.
I dress according to my mood tonight,
black on black so beautiful.
I wish I had answers that questions fear,
alone in the mirror my eyes bleed red.
Destiny to be broken I seep to my end,
only beginning can take its toll.
Darkness covers the light I once knew,
ignorant of love I wish I could go back.
Helping nothing just being in the way,
recluse my heart, dead my soul.
There is nothing in my life now,
only a way out, but I fail at that.
I remember a time when all was perfect,
but that is just a fading memory of a fool.
I cry for someone and she doesn’t even see,
what she did to my heart unfathomable.
Left for dead I cry out in pain,
only to be let down again.
If she could feel what I feel than maybe,
maybe she would feel my agony.
Truth is there is no truth in this life,
just a miens to an end I never wanted.
Lifeless and cold is my heart,
dead to all who can see me.
A shadow I am because of this,
broken and alone without you.
Johnny Newell
I never asked for this feeling, it just came.
I walk through the emotions only to find,
how disappointing life truly is.
No friends to talk to I weep in sorrow,
painting my nails to speak the words.
I dress according to my mood tonight,
black on black so beautiful.
I wish I had answers that questions fear,
alone in the mirror my eyes bleed red.
Destiny to be broken I seep to my end,
only beginning can take its toll.
Darkness covers the light I once knew,
ignorant of love I wish I could go back.
Helping nothing just being in the way,
recluse my heart, dead my soul.
There is nothing in my life now,
only a way out, but I fail at that.
I remember a time when all was perfect,
but that is just a fading memory of a fool.
I cry for someone and she doesn’t even see,
what she did to my heart unfathomable.
Left for dead I cry out in pain,
only to be let down again.
If she could feel what I feel than maybe,
maybe she would feel my agony.
Truth is there is no truth in this life,
just a miens to an end I never wanted.
Lifeless and cold is my heart,
dead to all who can see me.
A shadow I am because of this,
broken and alone without you.
Johnny Newell
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