Its days like these, when the air freezes over
and i feel like a loser, sprawling all over the floor.
What have i done this time?
Oh, its no longer the process that matters, its finally just about the results.
Its when people all feel awkward when they've got no reason to.
What makes you powerless?
The same thing that makes you powerful.
It is bitter irony, when i feel like screaming 'WHY IS THIS?!"
and people would glance, wide eyed. They think its foolishness, but they've missed the point.
Its been a long time...
Holding my heart in my hands, swallowing the tears, doing my work.
Clutching the heartache to bed.
Its because when I'm free, something always has to happen.
It always happens.
always. and its my fault?
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