I see it all: the still air, the chilled conversations, the broken records, the unfinished projects, the blank stares.... the nothingness that has filled up my world.
I try to keep quiet
I don't want Them to know
I'll hear, "Winter is to blame"
but is it really?
Winter is a mere season, it's here for 3 months, and it's gone
This is nothing like Winter
You've fed me all your reasons --
don't compare me to Your seasons
I see what I see, and I hear what I hear
my heart is still frill
I've given the best of me to the worst of me
and now I've nothing left.
"Sew together your memories, they're your soul's dependencies"
HA!
.....more like disabilities.
I write and I write and I write, '....of course, I'm Alright...'
fooling everyone in the audience
no one dares to ask twice, they believe the lies
Roll your dice, you can't play This game twice
how nice to be hidden with disguise.
I don't know where It goes or how It begins: but It is etched on my skin and dying to win.
