pseudopomohomoverse

song in progress, with no real name

it explains itself as it goes through. trust me.


A Capella

i write to you, endless pages of letters
and your outlook's not getting any better
you're scarred deep down and you don't want to heal
you're caught up in where you've failed before
and even though you'd have me think you're ready for more
well baby, you've forgotten how to feel.

you hurt the most when you don't know you're hurting yourself
and when you write it all down it looks like somebody else
has the blood on their hands, dripping on your clothes.
but your mind's tied up so tight it cuts off circulation
and you slip away to sleep to find some tragic salvation
your waters run deeper than anybody knows.

you think you know your thinking, and the way of your heart
though you can't pass go if you don't even start
you tell yourself it's all for your protection.
your heart's been broken, this i know
and for it all you've got nothing to show
but a one-way ticket towards the wrong direction.

and these images, evocative of someone so alone
a product of a place so dark that nothing else has grown,
they're not quite right, but drama is in style.
and with each new day the sunlight wakes you,
you slap on a happy face, you
neatly hide it all behind a smile.

i see through it when others don't,
while you keep secrets, well, i won't
it's time you were exposed for all to see.
the quiet trail of bones behind you
and scattered souls who couldn't find you
they deserve to know as much as me.

so here's to all the lies you've told
to all the people you brushed off and left out in the cold
i can't allow you to always run and hide.
so here's to where it all gets clearer.
"you" are the person in the mirror.
i'm tired of keeping all of this inside.

posted by Danny Boy @ 2:32 PM