lifelesslove
11/05/03, 12:44 PM
Coming of Age Party
So, does it hurt to know that trying is just another word for failure?
Racing these clocks, and stalling points with apathy, your left alone,
And this sun condenses it’s rays on you, you always die out in the limelight…
Faded and weathered, like pictures left out for too long, the memories of us, turn black and then crumble, ignite in the last rays of ignorance’s bliss.
I wish these stars faded out at night, because to wish upon this wasted day, would only stall the answers to hours past…we’re locked and loaded on a whole of a heart.
Over and out, we’ve been over this one too many times, how your always out of the loop, trying way to hard to find the crowd, and I’m always alone, trying way to hard to follow this dock to it’s final dark point, and watch it magnify…In my eyes.
Your dynasty is just a whisper, just a blur point in the sky, when this travesty of popularity is needles to our eyes.
How the millions follow, and the hundreds waver, and our comments our forgotten by the time they reach the sky, when your “Coming of age, this trend is the rage”, my body will tell goodbyes.
So, does it hurt to know that trying is just another word for failure?
Racing these clocks, and stalling points with apathy, your left alone,
And this sun condenses it’s rays on you, you always die out in the limelight…
Faded and weathered, like pictures left out for too long, the memories of us, turn black and then crumble, ignite in the last rays of ignorance’s bliss.
I wish these stars faded out at night, because to wish upon this wasted day, would only stall the answers to hours past…we’re locked and loaded on a whole of a heart.
Over and out, we’ve been over this one too many times, how your always out of the loop, trying way to hard to find the crowd, and I’m always alone, trying way to hard to follow this dock to it’s final dark point, and watch it magnify…In my eyes.
Your dynasty is just a whisper, just a blur point in the sky, when this travesty of popularity is needles to our eyes.
How the millions follow, and the hundreds waver, and our comments our forgotten by the time they reach the sky, when your “Coming of age, this trend is the rage”, my body will tell goodbyes.