Pleased to meet you,
Let me introduce myself.
You're just someone to speak to,
I'll tell you all about self.
Self is what I live for,
Self is what got me to this place.
I hit the bottom, struck the floor;
Cracked my head, hit my face.
Now I'm sitting here
Holding my head in my hand.
Does life turn up from here?
How do I lift my head up?
I seem to be getting nowhere,
So I'll just get what I can take,
Get what I can take.
I'm searchin' for the wrong thing,
That's why it doesn't turn out.
Bad love songs in my head ring,
They don't tell how things really turn out.
Boy doesn't meet girl and then,
They just are swept into the night.
Boy breaks girls heart and that's when,
They just walk away, that's not right.
Now I'm kneeling here
Holding my head...
What am I looking to,
In my cynical storm of disappointment?
I don't even know,
Don't know what I'm saying, what I meant.
I just want to see
If it can happen a second time.
Can this heart just be
Swept away again like that one time?
Now I'm lying here
Holding my head...
Is this how it feels,
To not feel anymore?
I'm told the heart heals.
I don't believe that anymore.
I'm so cold, absent of feeling,
I just don't feel it anymore.
This my last song, staring up to the ceiling;
I can't feel it anymore
this despair holds me more than she ever did,
why am I hopeless now?
my feeling for anything I would even rid
to take my hope back, but how?
by: Drew
October 6, 2001
(#10)
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