Boring, boring, every day
Starts and ends the bloody same
It's inside, outside, in again
Nothing seems to want to change
Walking, running, steady pace
Always ending in the same place
Ghosts of dé ja vu haunt your face
Boring, boring human race.
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I write to live. I live to write.
Oh, honey, You can't deal with advice. You say you think of suicide, Because they're not very nice. Not quite the words you used, But I won't go into that.
The sun rises. A reminder of the cold day to come. And still you are not here. The view is breathtaking. But it has no allure. When I cannot share it with you. The wind is calm.
I see dark days and rain, I see people walk past that street corner every day And even look twice at that poor man sitting on the side Saying to him self 'I used to be you' In my suit and shirt and...
Leaving Opuss. I'm not gonna make a big fuss. Just saying… …Bye.
Fear, gripping me. Questions, overwhelming me. Where did I go. I never planned on leaving, yet I'm no longer here. I've been replaced. Overcome. By a stranger I wish I'd never met. Pain. The new me.
The night is eating our moon. And the candles will burn over soon. Silence is a deafening sound. And shadows dancing all around. The clouds will cough and then they'll weep.
And from a dream came out a dream No one ever heard a dragon sing Magical things aren't what they seem A coin is bigger than its wing.
You see me going through these empty stages You no your not really the bravest Don't you help me no don't you dare Why do you always stand an stare.
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