ali1mg
10/15/09, 03:25 PM
feedback appreciated :). also i'm only 13, is this okay for someone at that age?
Now you see me;
On this day of casualty and fiction
Hiding behind the attention of affliction
Show me the distant future that I call home
Proves to be more than lone call, a tie of disarrangement
And I'll pause to see that I'm fulfilled at base
I'll let the room temperature drop below zero to feel something new,
To enjoy my profound cause
The big hand spins twice over
Desolation is my vow of isolating the right and the wrong
Here they go again; time to hit and run
Why can't I feel my presence?
Maybe that's who they are
Now you see me;
Shoving all of this nonsense in the back of my room
I'm sitting here talking to this wall
That instructs me to go and watch them fall
A way to blockade the surreal transitions in this fabrication
Speaking of which there may be a way not to salute its call
I'll let the room temperature drop below zero to feel something new,
To enjoy my profound cause
The big hand spins twice over (Over and over)
Desolation is my vow of isolating the right and the wrong
Here they go again; time to hit and run
Why can't I feel my presence?
Maybe that's who they are
I can't see through the icy storm
Keep me locked within these words
Everything against the norm
Who cares, objective heard
Now you see me;
On this day of casualty and fiction
Hiding behind the attention of affliction
Show me the distant future that I call home
Proves to be more than lone call, a tie of disarrangement
And I'll pause to see that I'm fulfilled at base
I'll let the room temperature drop below zero to feel something new,
To enjoy my profound cause
The big hand spins twice over
Desolation is my vow of isolating the right and the wrong
Here they go again; time to hit and run
Why can't I feel my presence?
Maybe that's who they are
Now you see me;
Shoving all of this nonsense in the back of my room
I'm sitting here talking to this wall
That instructs me to go and watch them fall
A way to blockade the surreal transitions in this fabrication
Speaking of which there may be a way not to salute its call
I'll let the room temperature drop below zero to feel something new,
To enjoy my profound cause
The big hand spins twice over (Over and over)
Desolation is my vow of isolating the right and the wrong
Here they go again; time to hit and run
Why can't I feel my presence?
Maybe that's who they are
I can't see through the icy storm
Keep me locked within these words
Everything against the norm
Who cares, objective heard