i'm standing still
life passes me by
as if in a dream
i feel nothing
nothing feels real
everytime i try to get closer to her
we drift further apart
i say something heartfelt
and her silence hurts more
than any word could
them: "nold, you're such a fag"
"i hate you"
Dana: "well i've never met a fag that could kiss like you"
me: "oh yeah, i remember that"
"it's been a while,
but i can feel it everyday"
everytime i think i'm over her
something pulls me back
though i never really left
Jen: "gimme a smile"
me: "why? got no reason to smile"
for months now
i'm alone in my room
black is my depression
deep within my heart it lies
gray is the pain and confusion
behind my eyes
shades of gray
shades of black
i'm crawling back
to something i never had
Dana: "what do you want?"
me: "to feel happiness again"
"and you" |
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