I noticed that you are walking in shoes that don’t fit.
They are pretty expensive, that much you admit.
It’s rather annoying watching you drag your feet.
Why don’t you rest and take a seat.
I watched you last night at the local theatre.
Your acting is better than an amateur.
After the show we went and had a drink.
It was then I realized that you never stop acting.
It’s sad how hard people try
to be liked by every girl and guy.
The value of a relationship will never be known
until you learn to accept who you are alone.
I stay awake late at night
wishing you are by my side.
I hope that you are coming home soon.
Tomorrow isn’t soon enough.
This waiting is getting tough.
I need you here next to me.
How hard should it be to sleep?
So lonely, I am crashing down.
My face is stuck in a frown.
All I need is to see your face.
Then I think of all the things
you would surely be saying.
A smile creeps up on my face
I remember where your love is placed.
No longer does my heart feel sad.
No matter where you are, I’m glad,
when knowing that you’re not just a memory.
You’re always here with me.
Take my hand.
Let me be,
your one and only.
I have loved
you for so
long, there’s nothing else I know.
No other life that will do.
So take my hand.
Let me be
your one and only.
Force us down the line.
Judge our use of time.
We are your puppets
atleast that’s how you see fit.
We are all clones of you.
To you there is nothing new.
I will not waste more breath,
bothering in your distress.
I will walk down the line,
one that I have drawn this time.
It’s a fine time for a rewind.
It’s a nice day, why won’t the sun shine?
It’s a nice smile but your eyes lie.
I’m tired of the games.
I’m tired of the selfish gains.
I’m tired of no one knowing my name.
It’s a long song and you sing it wrong.
It’s a clear day but you walk in the fog.
It’s a short path yet it takes too long.
I’m tired of the lonely days.
I’m tired of the one track way.
I’m tired of apologizing for what I say.
Trees shade us from the sunlight.
Fire guides our paths at night.
There are tools we have been given
but what tools will we find within?
I look at all the faces on the streets
searching for somebody that looks like me.
Oh but it’s all a dream.
There’s nobody quite like me.