Goggle-Face
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Spinning round and round,
Lost in time, I can’t escape
This feeling that’s inside
My heart is starting to slowly break down.
Blinded by the lies,
My whole being is now lost.
I’m now a puppet,
I’m chained up, don’t you notice?
When I turn my back,
The whole world then starts to change.
The scenery’s now gone,
All I see is darkness and a twisted grin.
The people are gone,
I see only myself
As a monster, won’t you help?
What’s the matter with this dream?
Have I fallen for it’s scheme?
I’m just tired of feeling sad,
Like an apple that’s gone bad.
It’s a monster by itself,
I can’t hide from myself.
Won’t you please show me any sanity?
Those bright, sunny days,
How I long for them,
Even though I can reach it,
I convince myself otherwise.
Can’t you hear my cries?
Can’t you hear my pleads?
Why don’t you turn around and notice me for once?
The moments of peace,
They’re then torn from me.
Every new disaster
Then creeps up on me.
I can’t hide from this curse,
My mind is now my hearse.
I look up to the sky
And beg for something else.
When I want to call out,
My voice dies in my throat,
I turn away, I don’t want to be heard.
I know you see me,
I know you turn around,
But alas, I don’t hear your desperate shouts.
Lost in time, I can’t escape
This feeling that’s inside
My heart is starting to slowly break down.
Blinded by the lies,
My whole being is now lost.
I’m now a puppet,
I’m chained up, don’t you notice?
When I turn my back,
The whole world then starts to change.
The scenery’s now gone,
All I see is darkness and a twisted grin.
The people are gone,
I see only myself
As a monster, won’t you help?
What’s the matter with this dream?
Have I fallen for it’s scheme?
I’m just tired of feeling sad,
Like an apple that’s gone bad.
It’s a monster by itself,
I can’t hide from myself.
Won’t you please show me any sanity?
Those bright, sunny days,
How I long for them,
Even though I can reach it,
I convince myself otherwise.
Can’t you hear my cries?
Can’t you hear my pleads?
Why don’t you turn around and notice me for once?
The moments of peace,
They’re then torn from me.
Every new disaster
Then creeps up on me.
I can’t hide from this curse,
My mind is now my hearse.
I look up to the sky
And beg for something else.
When I want to call out,
My voice dies in my throat,
I turn away, I don’t want to be heard.
I know you see me,
I know you turn around,
But alas, I don’t hear your desperate shouts.