You take some isolation add a little of worry and trouble and mix it all into a pot of desperation and need.
It forms an aura of negativity, and when u look
"who is that?"
the words sip through your nose, down the neck , pass the muscles and into the heart
change is inevitable but for the bad isn't
The openness , the caring, the laughs
the words sip through your nose, down the neck , pass the muscles and into the heart
change is inevitable but for the bad isn't
The openness , the caring, the laughs
i feel now
what was supposed to be felt months ago ..
what was supposed to be felt months ago ..
Every now and then i peak through the corner of my saddened eye ... is it still her?
question: is this still me?
man it really sucks..
i can't do anything because somehow i kinda blame myself for having to do something with this..
i can't do anything because somehow i kinda blame myself for having to do something with this..
all those dammed feeling turned my head
i cant bare to be away from you but neither can i be beside you..
I cant help but know there's a little something inside the colorful butterfly which contains my little black and white patch
Everybody knows, everybody knows where we're going .. yeah we're going down ...
Everybody knows, everybody knows where we're going .. yeah we're going down ...
Labels: I make is as vague as possible but the message is there