I don't know.
Shadows under my eyes
try to answer the question.
They're blue and sinking deeper, fast.
I am the girl who sings
who writes poetry
who stands on a stage
pretending to be someone else, and I'm good at it.
I don't know.
My eyes feel dragged
as though the shadows are
pulling my eyelids, down, down down.
I am the girl who is gray
who can't say that she's sad
who feels alone
but knows the isolation is no one's fault, but her own.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know, know, know.
I should know
but my dual existence
is impossible to bear.
My eyes close, my heartbeat
slows.
The darkness doesn't save me from the question.
Shadows under my eyes
try to answer the question.
They're blue and sinking deeper, fast.
I am the girl who sings
who writes poetry
who stands on a stage
pretending to be someone else, and I'm good at it.
I don't know.
My eyes feel dragged
as though the shadows are
pulling my eyelids, down, down down.
I am the girl who is gray
who can't say that she's sad
who feels alone
but knows the isolation is no one's fault, but her own.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know, know, know.
I should know
but my dual existence
is impossible to bear.
My eyes close, my heartbeat
slows.
The darkness doesn't save me from the question.
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