måndag 18 februari 2013



Only the winds



The world around me moves a bit faster.
For every step,
I end up two steps back.
The world is to great.
I can't keep up.

And those around me,
Seems to lose there grip on me.
I have learned the hard way.
The world thinks I'm ready.
To stand tall,
To see me turn into something beautiful.
But the truth is,
My mind is still so fragile..

As the world great me welcome.
I slowly turns away,
From waving hands and smiles.
To my last escape,
My own world of silence.
My own world of lonliness.

Ah..
This emptiness consumes me..

I'll be okay,
That's what I must say.
Because if you knew,
Eveything going on inside of my head.
You would be running.
Because,
Who would want a boy with scars?



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