Wouldn't be nice if, I could start over
from the beginning? To have the freedom of not having to hold, the burdens of
all the expectations of the world. For just a moment in time, feel as if I am
myself. But in the end, the cruelness of reality will take away that wish.
Why is it that, I'm always lying, to
myself and others? Why is it when I'm asleep, I'm happy?
If I were to die today, will anyone cry
for me? Would I be remembered, or forgotten like so many. I want to belong, but
in the end. Loneliness is more kind to me, then a person's presence.
Why is it when I'm around others, I
feel mostly empty afterword’s? I want to do more than watch the world, from
this isolated place of mine.
I laugh and cry at, I love and hate,
the many sad and happy things life brings. But in the end, I just want to
scream.
If there is such thing as love, then
why is there no one for me to love? Someone who would love me, for who I truly
am.
If for a moment our hearts, could
connect to one another? Then could we, understand each other?
If I were to die today, will anyone cry
for me? When I fall into eternal sleep, would I dream a happy dream? I want to
belong, but in the end. Loneliness is more kind to me, then a person's
presence.
If there is such thing as love, then
why is there no one for me to love? Someone who would, always be by my side.
If for a brief moment our
hearts, could become one? Would I finally belong, would I be loved?
