It's like we're waiting on what.?. Miracles jus don't turn to luv... From outta the blue to rescue us... Seems our patience is losing its touch... Feeling the teeter that comes n goes... Missing the sweet sounds of passionate moans... Simply tired of being so alone... Yet we sit still as if listening to the phone... N the silence never rings a smile upon our faces... Bcuz we're to stubborn to honestly feel how the heart races... Scared of the that's left traces... Goin without a body in the arms wanting to embrace it... We hide depths of my truths like we could care less to fall another trap... For the last time we damn near didn't escape the blast... taking about how the single life is so great stealing the cash... Knowing even ask is said n done we the feeling back... As healing final stages isn't the misery of being lonely... But the flow of a friend who isn't phoney... As the only way to capture the actions of show me, dig deep to feel the need to laugh at someone joking... Who are we kidding thinking we're the solo with the way we feel.?. Like we're so fuckin special making self a big deal... It's like we've forgotten emotion is the one thing that is real... Throwing out a line casted jus to be reeled... N none of us pay attention to the fingers that point... Showing the mirror of misfortune had a greater void... Rambling on if who it is the jobs exploit... Sundering like everyone else stuck on self jus makin noise...
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