Friday, September 2, 2011

Song

This one's a new song of mine. I quite like it:


Every Time It’s Just Me

Every time I leave

The tension seems to breathe

On its own

And I am left without a home


And every time I wake

I sit in my bed and shake

And wait for the convulsions to end


And every time I blink, I see

A world of black

Just like my dreams

Except I don’t wake up from my life


Every time I cry, I scream

I’m too young to die, it seems

No one cares about such small details


Every time I shrug, and blink

Everyone, seems to think

That I don’t really care


And every memory kept away

In the deepest crevice of my brain

I keep hidden, and locked

And I threw away the key

And no one seems…


Every time I cry, I scream

I’m too young to die, it seems

No one cares about such small details

They were much bigger details

To me


Every time I hear the clock

Ticking away

As if to say

All your life is just a waste


And every time the music ends

I still like to pretend

That my life has meaning

And you’ve just been stealing

Me


Every time I cry, I scream

Every time I cry, I scream

Every time I scream, I cry

I’m just too young to die


Every time I cry, I scream

I’m too young to die, it seems

No one cares about such a small detail

As me



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