Bubbly and bright, yet always faking it.
Ridiculous and strange, always an outcast.
Insidious and dark, with too much to hide.
Anxious and scared, always hiding.
Random and unexplained, and unashamed.
Bubbly and bright, yet always faking it.
Ridiculous and strange, always an outcast.
Insidious and dark, with too much to hide.
Anxious and scared, always hiding.
Random and unexplained, and unashamed.
As I stood there
Crying in the rain
I stopped and stared
At the sunset before me
My tears fell faster
As I remembered
The feel of his arms
Around me
And thought of how
Distant he’s been
Look
I’m sick and tired of all this shit and pretending
Look
I’m sick and tired of all the fairytale endings
Look
I don’t know how I’m supposed to survive like this
But look
What’s wrong?
Said the snake to the songbird.
What’s wrong, little songbird?
Why don’t you sing me a song?
You see,
Said the songbird to the snake.
You see, I’m tired of running away.
Comments
Log in or register to post comments.