Archive for July, 2013


Daytime numb.

Things that I don’t say,
Normally I hide them away,
Its easier that way,
I could tell my story to others,
But m tired of seeing them laughing,
Sometimes its easy,
Sometimes its hard,
Things could get worse,
Its just feelings that set us apart.

Its hard sometimes to think,
I may not be the perfect one,
But you did more then me,’
Got hurt more then stories,
Then to get blamed for something I never did,
Though Funny it is how this works,
People think you’re smiling,
But deep down inside you’re dying…

Look at the sky, you say,
We would be together once, you say,
But the things you say and do are strong,
Nobody ever knew what was wrong,
Things went bad, and I got blamed,
For something I never did,
Looking the other way.

People say that what I say is bad,
I should control my words,
What do they know about those words?
It kills me everytime when I use those,
“I will wait a lifetime,
For you to see the truth”
I have been waiting too long for it,
And I have lost the patience to.

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Broken Dreams

Crawled up and broken,
The time of year, its the spring,
Breath the fresh air,
So shall we,
Cause never do we know,
What falls upon thee.

Some people talk,
Some people just mind thier business,
Some learn to walk away,
Some become artists,
But never do people understand,
What makes them the way they are,
Looks like people found a way,
To find happiness in others demise.

Always got judged by others,
Gave everything to make them miserable,
All the reason given to them,
To end their life,
In guilt of surprise.

Gift the person you love a diamond,
Forget the people who got them,
Killed saving their family,
But no one cares cause they have the money,
Long the time is gone,
When people were recognized for their work,
Now is the time,
Its all distinguished by the way you walk,
“swag” is what people call it now,
Seems like earth is rotating on the axis of fat,
Running down in darkness,
With hatred in bread.

Do whatever you can to make someone happy,
But today no one even cares about that,
All they want is to end,
Listen to a querel,
And call it a day,
Maybe think about what they wanted to do,
And then just cry all night,
To see it all go.

Some still manage to show a way,
Kiss their wives,
Call their mothers,
But at the end its all about the work,
Cause nothing really matters,
Its all a fog.

Sometimes its all about holding on,
But whatever you do,
It just comes around and takes a toll on you,
Things can be as easy as taking a walk,
Or it can be as bad as Hell breaking loose,
It just depends on what you do,
Cause nothing else matters,
Not even your best wish coming true.