I'm sitting in this twisted metal cage, I've made it myself. The promises I always make, yet I'm always the let down. Lost. Yet, I never move. I've been standing here for years, no where near where I should be. The past isn't even a faded memory, but a story that I don't quite remember.
I'm just as scared as you, just as scarred as him. I've been falling, slowly, but for a long ways.
I painted these metal walls to match your eyes. They sing with your voice, but I can't understand what you're saying anymore. I can see you speaking, but all I hear is your lack of a heart beat. Remember when we used to shine? Or was I dreaming?
A dream is just the true story, embellished with details to make it more worthy. I've been believing those stories were really; memories? But they're just thoughts of what used to be, made to sound like what I used to want. I don't really know where that's supposed to lead. But so far, this dead end goes on forever.
I may be nothing more that the ghost of a girl, just a broken soul, but I'm as real as it gets. If you see my tears, I'm hurt. If you see me smile...
Well then I guess it was worth it. As much as I'd like to say I've learned a lot, I really haven't. I just learned the truth to a bed of lies in which I've been laying my whole life. As much as I want to believe that I belong here, I can't seem to explain what I'm doing here.
So I'll sit, perched upon piano keys, their melody will tell someone, someday, my true story, no embellishments, no lies, just
ME.
Perch inside my little cage I've grown quite fond of. But someday...
I'd like to know what it's like to fly. Instead of always falling.
I'm just as scared as you, just as scarred as him. I've been falling, slowly, but for a long ways.
I painted these metal walls to match your eyes. They sing with your voice, but I can't understand what you're saying anymore. I can see you speaking, but all I hear is your lack of a heart beat. Remember when we used to shine? Or was I dreaming?
A dream is just the true story, embellished with details to make it more worthy. I've been believing those stories were really; memories? But they're just thoughts of what used to be, made to sound like what I used to want. I don't really know where that's supposed to lead. But so far, this dead end goes on forever.
I may be nothing more that the ghost of a girl, just a broken soul, but I'm as real as it gets. If you see my tears, I'm hurt. If you see me smile...
Well then I guess it was worth it. As much as I'd like to say I've learned a lot, I really haven't. I just learned the truth to a bed of lies in which I've been laying my whole life. As much as I want to believe that I belong here, I can't seem to explain what I'm doing here.
So I'll sit, perched upon piano keys, their melody will tell someone, someday, my true story, no embellishments, no lies, just
ME.
Perch inside my little cage I've grown quite fond of. But someday...
I'd like to know what it's like to fly. Instead of always falling.
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