lew_1987
08/05/07, 06:46 AM
First off, I couldn't think of a title. any suggestions are welcome. i haven't wrote in a while, and this is what i've come up with recently. i'm not sure what my feelings about it are yet. let me know what you think, thanks for checking it out.
Our lives dissect paths.
Our hearts beat asynchronous.
I try to defend the notion
That I’m not partly to blame,
But I fall short every time.
My bigotry has been rewarded with solitude.
Oh, the phone’s ringing again…
I can’t bring myself to answer it.
I’m the bringer of my own downfall.
Do I even make an impression on anyone at all?
As if 5 years meant nothing.
Leave with debts unpaid.
Not a day goes by without me thinking about the things we used to do.
We’ll make insincere promises;
Then go our own separate ways.
That’s how we live our lives.
Oh, the phone’s ringing again…
I can’t bring myself to answer it.
I’m the bringer of my own downfall.
Do I even make an impression on anyone at all?
As if 7 years meant nothing.
Leave with stories untold.
Not a day goes by without me thinking about the things we used to do.
We are never truly ourselves;
But merely an image of others.
We are each other.
Do we ever really make it outside?
I’m still waiting to return.
Do I even make an impression on anyone at all?
As if 7 years meant nothing.
Leave with sentiments high.
Not a day goes by.
Do I even make an impression on anyone at all?
As if a lifetime meant nothing.
Not a day goes by without me thinking about the things we used to do.
One bad dream can change everything;
This time it really did.
Our lives dissect paths.
Our hearts beat asynchronous.
I try to defend the notion
That I’m not partly to blame,
But I fall short every time.
My bigotry has been rewarded with solitude.
Oh, the phone’s ringing again…
I can’t bring myself to answer it.
I’m the bringer of my own downfall.
Do I even make an impression on anyone at all?
As if 5 years meant nothing.
Leave with debts unpaid.
Not a day goes by without me thinking about the things we used to do.
We’ll make insincere promises;
Then go our own separate ways.
That’s how we live our lives.
Oh, the phone’s ringing again…
I can’t bring myself to answer it.
I’m the bringer of my own downfall.
Do I even make an impression on anyone at all?
As if 7 years meant nothing.
Leave with stories untold.
Not a day goes by without me thinking about the things we used to do.
We are never truly ourselves;
But merely an image of others.
We are each other.
Do we ever really make it outside?
I’m still waiting to return.
Do I even make an impression on anyone at all?
As if 7 years meant nothing.
Leave with sentiments high.
Not a day goes by.
Do I even make an impression on anyone at all?
As if a lifetime meant nothing.
Not a day goes by without me thinking about the things we used to do.
One bad dream can change everything;
This time it really did.