thetrueblood
05/03/09, 05:14 PM
these poets words remind you you're not alone, and the bitter tones that blare from these lonely homes will
somehow make it seem okay. but the apartments and lovers yeah they always change, and we know what
this is, so i'll put on my shoes and see myself out, sleep well i know you're not happy, but you're having fun
and maybe this time that's enough. but you know it's not enough. i guess over the years you learn to get tough, the scars never leave but we cover them up, with laughter and smiles until we erupt, and we realize that no one will let you be that vulnerable. so you tell yourself "this is the last time I open up." you know you don't want that. you just want to find some sort of peace and you're searching in all the wrong places.
somehow make it seem okay. but the apartments and lovers yeah they always change, and we know what
this is, so i'll put on my shoes and see myself out, sleep well i know you're not happy, but you're having fun
and maybe this time that's enough. but you know it's not enough. i guess over the years you learn to get tough, the scars never leave but we cover them up, with laughter and smiles until we erupt, and we realize that no one will let you be that vulnerable. so you tell yourself "this is the last time I open up." you know you don't want that. you just want to find some sort of peace and you're searching in all the wrong places.