Post by Anonymous on Feb 9, 2006 16:39:29 GMT -5
Some nights when I can’t sleep, I’ll just stare up at the stars…
And think about my life gone past, realizing I haven’t gotten very far…
Those around who view me, think I’ve seen and done it all…
But the truth of the matter lies in the fact that all I do is fall…
One moment, my heart is giddy, thinking true love has tracked me down…
Then the moment passes…and I come crashing to the ground…
Futility is offering the world, to one who already owns it…
My mind, my heart, my very spark…useless, and here I sit…
I can’t make that someone love me, and I can’t make my heart not love…
A story as old as time itself, yet I sit and wait for prayers above…
Prayers that won’t be answered, for selfish are my desires…
We all want the world to love us, and feel that our needs alone are dire…
I try to offer everything, and in turn I give you nothing…
For my aim is off, my heart not true, and all I cause is suffering…
One day I’ll learn to just be myself, when I discover who I am…
Until that day, I’ll live and learn…over…and over…again….
If ever again you see me, I may smile, for your happiness warms my heart…
But inside something’s breaking, and it kills me we’re apart…
I know that you would love me, if that love was yours to give…
All you offer is honesty, which is really the greatest gift…
For one day our story will grow old, forgotten, meaninglessly left behind…
And long since will we have gone our separate ways, and others we will find…
The feelings that haunt me now, in logic beyond my sight…
Will at last be put to gentle rest, and exist only…
For starry nights.
And think about my life gone past, realizing I haven’t gotten very far…
Those around who view me, think I’ve seen and done it all…
But the truth of the matter lies in the fact that all I do is fall…
One moment, my heart is giddy, thinking true love has tracked me down…
Then the moment passes…and I come crashing to the ground…
Futility is offering the world, to one who already owns it…
My mind, my heart, my very spark…useless, and here I sit…
I can’t make that someone love me, and I can’t make my heart not love…
A story as old as time itself, yet I sit and wait for prayers above…
Prayers that won’t be answered, for selfish are my desires…
We all want the world to love us, and feel that our needs alone are dire…
I try to offer everything, and in turn I give you nothing…
For my aim is off, my heart not true, and all I cause is suffering…
One day I’ll learn to just be myself, when I discover who I am…
Until that day, I’ll live and learn…over…and over…again….
If ever again you see me, I may smile, for your happiness warms my heart…
But inside something’s breaking, and it kills me we’re apart…
I know that you would love me, if that love was yours to give…
All you offer is honesty, which is really the greatest gift…
For one day our story will grow old, forgotten, meaninglessly left behind…
And long since will we have gone our separate ways, and others we will find…
The feelings that haunt me now, in logic beyond my sight…
Will at last be put to gentle rest, and exist only…
For starry nights.