Monday, January 05, 2009

And I don't want the world to see me,
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand,
When everything's meant to be broken.........

What's the point if everything was meant to be broken....... I believed it could be different but again I've been proven wrong.

Every time I dare to dream...
A dream? Damn it was true
I lived what I cherished....but
It had to be broken... thats my cue

To act my smile the goodbyes
Well so be it ....whats gone is gone
When will I finally let go of it?
The answer will soon, upon me, dawn.

This I hope, coz I stopped wishing,
This I ask, coz I never will dream,
To speak out, I must and will learn
But sometimes I'm unheard when I scream.

And yet sometimes there are things
Which even spoken aloud, are ignored.
Things which are better left alone
But things which have to be poured.

So good friend time has a way to handle
All things that go awry and bad.
Anger may need to be taken care of
All to save today, to be more glad.

Time.......... I'm waiting..........