November 25, 2011

Empty.. I'm just not that into you maybeee...

I never learned to count my blessings
I choose instead to dwell
In my disasters

I walk on down the hill
Through grass grown tall
And brown and still
It's hard somehow
To let go of my pain

Will I always feel this way
So empty
And estranged??

And of these cut throat busted sunsets
These cold and damp white mornings
I have grown weary
I spoke these words out loud 
Would no one hear me??

Will it always feel this way
So empty
So estranged??

Well I looked my demons in the eyes
Said do your best
To destroy me

I've been to hell and back
So many times
I must admit
You kinda bore me

There's a lot of things
That can kill a man
There's a lot of ways
To die
Yes, and some already did
And walk beside me

There's a lot of things
I don't understand
So many people lie
It's the hurt I hide that fuels
The fire inside me

Will I always feel this way
So empty 
So estranged??

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