fakedasmile
11/13/04, 09:10 PM
Summary: a girl that feels their not beautiful enough to be loved. a man confused on how he can show her that she truly is.
Person I: Overcome, underestimate, belittle, worthless,
I called out millions of times, in hope you would hear my screams.
To remain in silence, this is key
Whats the point of rembering my name
when I plan on leaving this town?
Hear my voice. this is positive past tense.
all my transgressions on your shoulders.
I hope you hear....
I hope you pray....
I hope you wish....
and I hope you see right through me.... through me, to you.
Person II:
God is watching you.. tonight
comfort as you outline your parts.
Where do we start?
How do we start?
Turn your eyes on yourself
Where do we start?
How do we start?
Turn your eyes on yourself
to deny
your will as you break a thousand hearts.
Inner disgust, how do you heal open wounds?
a plague your not willing to diagnose.
a blessing in disguise. she competes with herself,
falling short.she hides the scars. as she punctures the world.
she is so beautiful
she is so wonderful.
If I could say the right words to save your world I would.
I would do a lot more than that as well.
this is not poetic, these are similar shoes.
this is not poetic, these are similar shoes.
a thank you. I need to return with an I.O.U
Person I: Overcome, underestimate, belittle, worthless,
I called out millions of times, in hope you would hear my screams.
To remain in silence, this is key
Whats the point of rembering my name
when I plan on leaving this town?
Hear my voice. this is positive past tense.
all my transgressions on your shoulders.
I hope you hear....
I hope you pray....
I hope you wish....
and I hope you see right through me.... through me, to you.
Person II:
God is watching you.. tonight
comfort as you outline your parts.
Where do we start?
How do we start?
Turn your eyes on yourself
Where do we start?
How do we start?
Turn your eyes on yourself
to deny
your will as you break a thousand hearts.
Inner disgust, how do you heal open wounds?
a plague your not willing to diagnose.
a blessing in disguise. she competes with herself,
falling short.she hides the scars. as she punctures the world.
she is so beautiful
she is so wonderful.
If I could say the right words to save your world I would.
I would do a lot more than that as well.
this is not poetic, these are similar shoes.
this is not poetic, these are similar shoes.
a thank you. I need to return with an I.O.U