22 febrero 2011

Silk

Who are you? Where are you from?
Where do you come from? Are you alone?
Everyone stays put with the same mindless opinion.
But I don't think anyone understands, not even you;
even know I wish that at least I could.
It's so fragile, the sweet tension between us
everyone looking to break it
Disturbing our minds and causing chaos between us.
I don't know. I'm not sure.
I wish I could say I'm not afraid,
but I am, I have fear.
Fear.
Fear.
Fear.
Fear.
Even now that I'm with you, I can't sleep.
What am I afraid of?
Afraid of the nightmares? Or afraid of you?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Afraid of the dark.
Afraid of the dark.
Afraid of the dark.
Afraid of myself.
Afraid of you.
Why am I afraid? I'm tired of running,
but I'm also tired of falling.
I've given it all my all before,
given it all for a cause, given it all for nothing.
There's a chance this time it will be for nothing,
maybe it's because I'm not trying hard enough.
I don't know where this will lead us,
I only know I'm losing hope.

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