Friday, November 6, 2009

Say, You love me?

I walked around and I heard the sounds
people, happy pass me by
Lost in confusion with nothing to prove
No one to share these lonely times

Then I was taken, taken away
by all the beauty that you display
Lost in our own, our own little world
Lonely no more and together still

No that I'm flying up this high
and it seems I touch the sky
I open my wings, wake up and sigh
The air up here is getting thin, and it seems like I can't win
I can't breathe, until you say you love me

Together with you I'll stay right here
Days turn to months, the month to years
Someday we'll slow down
Someday we'll slow way down
and watch the years pass us by
never looking back

No that I'm flying up this high
and it seems I touch the sky
I open my wings, wake up and sigh
The air up here is getting thin, and it seems like I can't win
I can't breathe, until you say you love me

So here we sit now all alone
I'm no longer on my own
You're right here and that's the truth
Together we will go so far
Across the sea and to the stars
me and you

No that I'm flying up this high
and it seems I touch the sky
I open my wings, wake up and sigh
The air up here is getting thin, and it seems like I can't win
I can't breathe, until you say you love me

Until you say you love me,
you love me
How hard can it be?

Tell you love me, tell me you do
tell me that you will always be true
Tell me that you will say you love me




A boy wrote that for me once. A boy I thought was a man.
He captured my heart and never let go
He showed me the world
and he never let go

But love it a lie; it never really exists
it flutters around, spreading joy with lies,
giving hope while whispering goodbyes
We glide around this world together, never quite alone
silently speaking false words, opening cracks
and slamming doors

And if this isn't real, what really is?
All those fairy tale dreams we live for,
and all those promises we'd die for.
There is no window to crawl through,
no secret to salvation from this travesty
because in the end we're all still painted blue.


--The room looks wrong. My bed won't fit. I cannot seem to operate, and you my love, are gone--

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