One last fake smileEvery minute, every moment I pretend Getting tired of this scene, this theatre is getting closed.The curtain has to fall I have to go backstage. Take off my costume, false eyelashes, and red rouge The actor is done no more lies...no more pretending anymore The truth has to come out, eventually it will break through, and eventually this storm inside me will ruin the false world I created around me.Sitting here, staring at these also false words, written in black ink, I stand back, I slowly breathe the cigarette smoke in, I stare, I stare I breathe my lungs getting black as my soul, as my poor t
The spirit carries on~Should I believe in us,should I still waste my time on you, should I still waste my poor energy on a person that has no reason, no will, no chance to stay? Should I still ask myself, should I hope a person that wont come back, wont touch my lips, send a smile or pretend just for a while, for my sake.Once I saw the darkness in your eyes, I saw the torn twist in your side.~Standing across the street, it that little black dress you used to like...my old converse shoes in a puddle...~ I waited without you, In a deep, deep puddle, my feet started to sink, I panicked, I gave myself away, you saw my fear my hands were tie
Color me_1If you had a brushWould you make me blush?Would you make me colorful again?Would you sink it's tip in a can of paint?And make my cheeks shineWould you point out my edges?Not to be a ghost, a phantom anymore...Would you make me blush?Would you make me hush?When I disagreeWhen I cant see Color me redColor me blackColor me pinkWith any inkI think Make me your northYour southYour east and westYour working week Your Sunday rest Make me shine, make me smile make my dreams mine End my colorless agonyMy dusty emptinessMy boring sorrow Carry me away from this place s