There is a home on the top of that hill, The roof flew over and the walls went cold. Kids hide there between the rooms so alone, They fear how the haunting of sadness carries on. I built a home,
Been rolling in your filth for long now. I can’t get out somehow. I don’t want to, I still can’t be with you. The filth is creeping up my bones now. You built me a star, so I could reach
Strings to my heart, play my tune. Ring my ears to the sound of your love. Make me dream while awake, only with your smile. Play me a melody, play to my heart. I feel like you’re been here before,
Talk about the clouds, lets dream of wind. Smile at the sun, lets scream with nothing to gain. It’ll be so right. Breathe me through your skin, lets try to live twice. Soothe my soul with your eyes, lets sleep
I paused for a second to live that moment, to feel the wind in my hair and the grass at my feet, I felt complete and incomplete at the same time, and it felt fine, it felt just right. As
Why do we build relationships with so much effort, and take things too easy when it comes to maintaining it? Take a lesson from trees, how sowing them isn’t enough, but watching them grow with our care brings the fruit
Our lives collide when the time is right. Until then we just keep walking by, too engaged to look up and smile.
I am haunted by the nightmare of not living my life as me, and become a spectacle for someone else to see. For I know I can leave this world with any tide, but in my last breath I want