How I feel right now.
If you're faint-hearted you'll be surprised
Because I'm totally out of it
Nothing you can do about it.
This is through my eyes.
The rain disguises the fact I am crying
My fake happy smile means no-one can see me dying
No-one understands
Not even me.
You ask how I got my latest affliction
Though it's obvious, considering my addiction
Only I seem to display my pain
It feels so awful to feel ashamed
The rain disguises the fact I am crying
My fake happy smile means no-one can see me dying
Does anyone understand?
Definitely not me.
I know other people feel just like I do
We know what we've been going through
I need to break through break through to them
Before living this life seems through to them.
The rain disguises the fact I am crying
My fake happy smile means no-one can see me dying
No-one understands what it's like to see
The world through my eyes.
Our eyes.
Poetry by demolitionlover
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Written on 2007-11-24 at 23:18
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Through My Eyes
Do you want to see the world through my eyes?If you're faint-hearted you'll be surprised
Because I'm totally out of it
Nothing you can do about it.
This is through my eyes.
The rain disguises the fact I am crying
My fake happy smile means no-one can see me dying
No-one understands
Not even me.
You ask how I got my latest affliction
Though it's obvious, considering my addiction
Only I seem to display my pain
It feels so awful to feel ashamed
The rain disguises the fact I am crying
My fake happy smile means no-one can see me dying
Does anyone understand?
Definitely not me.
I know other people feel just like I do
We know what we've been going through
I need to break through break through to them
Before living this life seems through to them.
The rain disguises the fact I am crying
My fake happy smile means no-one can see me dying
No-one understands what it's like to see
The world through my eyes.
Our eyes.
Poetry by demolitionlover
Read 735 times
Written on 2007-11-24 at 23:18
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