Post by sitohruharuno on Nov 17, 2014 18:10:03 GMT -5
Found myself again.
I had been trapped between the pages of a book
And the lines of a song
My heart and mind left there
My body far ahead, trying to live without them
They finally caught up
(Probably because my body had slowed down so much, standing so still, no motive, no emotion, only observation)
Found myself again.
After getting lost in a whirlwind
Of lies and deceit,
Filling my head with a big book of fiction
That you had written especially for me,
Spinning the words I needed to hear.
(Why? Why the little white lies with their pure black souls?)
Found myself again.
After pretending to be someone else
I got tired of matching your lies
With those of my own,
So I tucked away my regards
And I went on a search
To find myself.
(Over mountains of emotions, and with the foggiest of a brain, and through a river of tears, but finally I...)
Found myself again.
I had been trapped between the pages of a book
And the lines of a song
My heart and mind left there
My body far ahead, trying to live without them
They finally caught up
(Probably because my body had slowed down so much, standing so still, no motive, no emotion, only observation)
Found myself again.
After getting lost in a whirlwind
Of lies and deceit,
Filling my head with a big book of fiction
That you had written especially for me,
Spinning the words I needed to hear.
(Why? Why the little white lies with their pure black souls?)
Found myself again.
After pretending to be someone else
I got tired of matching your lies
With those of my own,
So I tucked away my regards
And I went on a search
To find myself.
(Over mountains of emotions, and with the foggiest of a brain, and through a river of tears, but finally I...)
Found myself again.
