im not a bug on the concrete you don’t miss me with your soft feat of avoiding me it’s inevitable destroying small things we are small things small things smaller than can be my mind grows bigger and my heart shrinks tired of knowing concrete and what it means to me we are small small things to me we are all all things can be bigger than me i’m not a bug on the concrete you don’t miss me your small thing me, poor me lonely little small thing
tired of hearing when i talk towards you i have a block i don’t know what to say anymore nothing matters but i’m not depressed i just feel alone with what i own in my chest my heart hears all and it knows a lonely call there’s nothing i’m meant to do but love the sky’s truthful hues tired of hearing when i talk because there’s nothing when i walk in my mind anymore im confined if truths a door it locked behind me are the things that once were comforting converting told of love and life to achieve that’s not me but now my mind is spiraling an upwards progress towards nothing i have nothing tired of hearing when i talk i have nothing to say wish things would be a different way today i know the truth tomorrow maybe so will you so i stay and pray it’ll all be okay or at least i have changed enough of this life
i sit and stare at repeated faces and glances at me i cannot compare theres two of us is there two of us? there’s no space for i sit and stare at repeated faces oh i can’t get past this cast it on back still this put a reflection solid, you can stand on this you can stand on it and still don’t get it so i sit and stare when i’ll meet when will i meet? a face to compare and sit next to me let me be there and we can just breathe breathe the same air but don’t take all of me out of the room all of me i still don’t get it you don’t get me
Comments
Post a Comment