HazeLitRise
01/26/06, 07:03 PM
Here I go again
Lock me inside a tight box
Cut an air hole or two
So just enough air can get through
To prolong this anguish
And it's not that I'm selfish
I don't want everyone's attention
Just two eyes will suffice
And I wonder what they think of me
And I wonder who they think I am
If this too fails to achieve anything
Maybe I've been living off the wrong plan
When all the laughter ends
And the silence begins again
Can anybody be truly be called a friend
Cause all I see is lust
And so called drama
Turning bonds into dust
Every day is the same
Monotony reigns supreme
Just walking through halls
Finding out what emptiness means
I don't listen anymore
All I'm doing is looking for
Something to fill this empty space
That I accidentally create
And I wonder what they think of me
And I wonder who they think I am
But how can you know that when
I myself don't even understand
I'm letting the small things sink
All I have left to do is think
About these dust filled shadows
Hiding some kind of a missing link
I'm a golden angel
Flying with paper wings
Battered and tarred
From much finer things
An acquired taste with a lack of triers
A brand new sale with a lack of buyers
I'm a shattered soul
With too much time to lend
I'm flirting with the edge
Here I go again
Lock me inside a tight box
Cut an air hole or two
So just enough air can get through
To prolong this anguish
And it's not that I'm selfish
I don't want everyone's attention
Just two eyes will suffice
And I wonder what they think of me
And I wonder who they think I am
If this too fails to achieve anything
Maybe I've been living off the wrong plan
When all the laughter ends
And the silence begins again
Can anybody be truly be called a friend
Cause all I see is lust
And so called drama
Turning bonds into dust
Every day is the same
Monotony reigns supreme
Just walking through halls
Finding out what emptiness means
I don't listen anymore
All I'm doing is looking for
Something to fill this empty space
That I accidentally create
And I wonder what they think of me
And I wonder who they think I am
But how can you know that when
I myself don't even understand
I'm letting the small things sink
All I have left to do is think
About these dust filled shadows
Hiding some kind of a missing link
I'm a golden angel
Flying with paper wings
Battered and tarred
From much finer things
An acquired taste with a lack of triers
A brand new sale with a lack of buyers
I'm a shattered soul
With too much time to lend
I'm flirting with the edge
Here I go again