I dreamed I was missing, you were so scared, but no one would listen, 'cause no one else cared After my dreaming, I woke with this fear: What am I leaving when I'm done here? So if you're asking me, I want you to know
[Chorus] When my time comes forget the wrong that I've done Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed And don't resent me, and when you're feeling empty keep me in your memory Leave out all the rest
Don't be afraid, I've taken my beating, I've shared what I've made I'm strong on the surface, not all the way through I've never been perfect, but neither have you
So if you're asking me, I want you to know
[Chorus]
Forgetting all the hurt inside you've learned to hide so well Pretending someone else can come and save me from myself I can't be who you are
I hurt myself today - to see if I still feel I focus on the pain - the only thing that's real The needle tears a hole - the old familiar sting Try to kill it all away - but I remember everything
[Chorus:] What have I become, my sweetest friend Everyone I know goes away in the end And you could have it all, my empire of dirt I will let you down, I will make you hurt
I wear this crown of thorns - upon my liar's chair Full of broken thoughts - I cannot repair Beneath the stains of time - the feelings disappear You are someone else - I am still right here
[Chorus]
If I could start again - a million miles away I would keep myself - I would find a way
Joined: 22 Apr 2015 Posts: 7 Location: San Antonio TX
22 Apr 2015, 5:11 pm
Olivier Messiaen's "Couleurs de la cité céleste" fighting with the air conditioner and the fan and the insistent hum of the refridgerator while birds are chirping outside and the occasional rugrat screams for no adequately explored reason.