Thursday, May 6, 2010
Yes. I can't do this.
Why can't you just understand?
It's hard to comprehend
All the things you can't see
I am tired
I am sick
Tired of trying
Sick oh waiting
It's not easy for me
Please just stop it
You don't have to believe
It's not something I need
No I won't cry
I won't let you see
What you should see
Don't ask me why
I could scream my throat
Spill out my tongue
Desperate for unspoken words
You can kill me for once
Broken, maybe I am
Lost and it is true
Begging is not my style
You can say I'm too proud
Tell me this is not me
Yes. This is not who I used to be
This is the real me
L'envers du decor.
Thursday, May 06, 2010