WrongWay 0 #1 April 20, 2005 I'm sitting here alone, dreaming about reality, the dream in actuality is the life I'm living now. It's not my life, but a temporary replacement to serve temporary placement in the house I'm sitting in. It's not real, but I feel like I should steal my self away to a place where nobody can touch me, but only hold and love me. But why should I feel this way, after all it was I who made way and yet I've been pushing away all like crazy mae. Then what do I do? I push hard against you, pushing you away yet feeling love for you. Then I pull back harder just to push you away farther then I'm crying in my sleep cuz you're not here, I'm bothered. Where are you? Out in the club at the big U while I'm laying in my car, missing you. I'm callin, I'm fallin, in and out of love with you, but I never stopped the fire that I burn myself with for you. Your mom, your so called dad, like a bad fad, you've been had. They're lyin' to you, or at least he is, tryin' to get his point across no matter how bald and blind he is. And she's a puppy, followin' in his wicked shadow like a kid behind it's mommy or a spying neighbor behind a window. But that's of no importance, considering the spike piercing my chest, that's enormous. It's pain fueled by a love and hate that emenates and resonates from my heart, can you relate? Who are you? What happened to you? The clubs, the drugs, what happened to the innocent girl I knew? Maybe you should clean up your life and be who you used to, or maybe you should go on and find that nobody would love you. You'd find yourself not in a house, but in a hole instead, with a complete stranger next to you surrounded by pill bottles in your bed. That'd teach you a lesson. But still I'm stressin cuz that's not what I want for you. I want me for you. I love you baby, yeah that's what I said. Without you, well, inside I'd just be dead. Workin', jumpin', flyin' it's all I do, a love so meaningless without the love from you. But hey, who am I kidding, it isn't worth the fight, cuz as far as the real world is concerned, you don't exist, right? You'll disappear and run away like the fickle little thing you've been every single day since I met you. How could I let you take me in the way you seem to? It's obscene too, just how hard it is when I've seen you cruisin' around town, fathered by that clown whose lies are see through. I wish you could see, too. Wish you could see the way I feel about you, but the more I show you the more I'm left lonely and blue. I guess I'm screwed, layin' here dreamin' about you like it'll happen like the blue screen in that movie with that chick and dude where they fall in love and get married, and have three kids, Garrett, Emma, and Cherie. But the more I dream about it the more you show me it could never happen. The white fence, the porch swing, GONE, what happened? Oh well, all I have left is lying here doomed to a hell that I've created from a tiny little room. So now I've given them a taste of my imagination, a wild fabrication of the thoughts under my shroud. I guess it's back to reality.....it's time to clock out. Alright, now you try. Btw, this stuff isn't real, just an expression of feeling. Wrong Way D #27371 Mal Manera Rodriguez Cajun Chicken Ø Hellfish #451 The wiser wolf prevails. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
ChrisL 2 #2 April 20, 2005 I...er...uh...I gotta go!__ My mighty steed Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
