holding it all in, with a sraight-jaket
that keeps you sane,like a corset sucking it it
into this tear stained pillow you scream,
not knowing what to do.
you walk a life that's picked out of a hat
stubbling along without an essence
day by day your someone else
doing what you have to to survive.
you've walk this line before,
they're blinded by choices,
clearly not seeing,
that you're not very happy.
lying in bed, you start to think
what if they knew, it's not what you wanted...
would they care? or get
upset? would they understand?
finally you see their dreams
playing in your life.
Their achievments they didn't get to do.
they want you to be happy, really.
they're just doing in a totally wrong way..
so tell them so, it's not what you want.
you'd rather make your own mistakes,
and see the world in a different light
good or bag-shouldn't you be able to pick?
by
leadme2temptationposted on 05/14/2008