2009

Flying By

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August 25th, 2009

You took me by surprise
I can barely hide this with a lie
And once I speak to you
Maybe I will know what to do

And I can’t hide the fact
My thoughts just aren’t exact
And realistically I don’t know you at all
So why did I let myself fall

[Chorus:]
Spinning in circles as I’m waiting for you
I just needed somebody to turn to
Who are you cause I can’t deny
When we talk time keeps flying by

My identity’s gone just from talking to you
Nothing seems to be what I’m used to
I feel all giggly like a kid
I don’t even know what you did

[Chorus:]
Spinning in circles as I’m waiting for you
I just needed somebody to turn to
Who are you cause I can’t deny
When we talk time keeps flying by

You found something I lost inside myself
And I wouldn’t want to put up with anybody else
Maybe things aren’t so strange
Life keeps giving me chances to change

[Chorus:]
Spinning in circles as I’m waiting for you
I just needed somebody to turn to
Who are you cause I can’t deny
When we talk time keeps flying by

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Midnight Insomnia

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August 23rd, 2009

You’ve got me refreshing and hoping, but every time I’m let down with the disappointment of the fact nothing has changed since the last time I checked. I’m wondering what I should do, I don’t want to be a bother, but it’s all that’s been on my mind since I carelessly did something right for a change. I can’t let it go, you’ve got me so confused, and I’m thinking I’m hiding this pretty well, but it shows more than anyone is willing to look for. The words keep repeating in my head, and when I want to say them I’m given no opportunity, for the fact you’ve been too busy to exchange conversation with me lately. My closed eyes will tell you anything that you’re willing to hear, with no doubt, brave and standing tall, nothing in the world could take me down. My eyes slowly open, I start to see, and I crumble again because once I see you I can’t stand to know that I was too scared to tell you how I really felt for the fact I was too scared of being broken again.

(Originally Posted Here)

DNA

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August 21st, 2009

I want to speak up, but even then I fear no one will hear me still. Even if they hear me, that doesn’t mean that they’re actually even listening. You find yourself writing about your friends, but they’re too annoyed at the fact you’re always writing new things, to even bother reading them anymore. Putting effort and affection into something you think is art, and finding the response wasn’t what you wanted sometimes hurts a lot more than you thought it would. No response, or interrogation. The people who actually care don’t read it in the way it’s supposed to be artistically, and want to know what’s behind it. Writing is personal, and sometimes it takes a lot of courage for me to post it. No one sees that; no one understands. No one gets what crossed my mind when I tried to form those phrases; when I tried to create something that replaces the need for pages and pages of smeared ink diary entries. Simple and complex, they link together, their DNA forms all I need to say that I love writing, but sometimes words are not enough to keep me breathing.

(Originally Posted Here)