I've never felt as if I live in a harsh world. But I do.
I lie here trying to sleep. But alls I get is thoughts in my head. Many different thoughts, many different feelings.
I so would like to write them all down and let the world take notice of them, but yet, I don't want you to know. I don't want anyone to know.
Though my feelings are all obvious, nobody ever seems to get them. Though my intentions are always ment to be good, they can sometimes cause people to think otherwise, and does it bother me? Yeah, it can. But I've realized that I don't really let people in to often. Even some people I've known my entire life have not seen every side of me. But that's because I don't show them. I don't show anybody. I'm been thrown into this harsh world, wondering around looking for something, thinking I've almost found it and finding out that there was nothing there at all. Just another dream, in the landscape of my life. I know this. I know the people I constantly talk to like to hold back as well. Telling me only parts of days and deleting out the parts I don't want to hear. Or is it just me not wanting to hear them that blocks them out. Hmm selective hearing is a curse and a blessing, because ignorance can cause many things, and one of them happens to be bliss. I'm gonna write some lyrics now. Then get some sleep. and I just realized that I'm posting twice in 1 hour. So, before I start to become a post whore like Marissa, I'll just quit now.
I lie here trying to sleep. But alls I get is thoughts in my head. Many different thoughts, many different feelings.
I so would like to write them all down and let the world take notice of them, but yet, I don't want you to know. I don't want anyone to know.
Though my feelings are all obvious, nobody ever seems to get them. Though my intentions are always ment to be good, they can sometimes cause people to think otherwise, and does it bother me? Yeah, it can. But I've realized that I don't really let people in to often. Even some people I've known my entire life have not seen every side of me. But that's because I don't show them. I don't show anybody. I'm been thrown into this harsh world, wondering around looking for something, thinking I've almost found it and finding out that there was nothing there at all. Just another dream, in the landscape of my life. I know this. I know the people I constantly talk to like to hold back as well. Telling me only parts of days and deleting out the parts I don't want to hear. Or is it just me not wanting to hear them that blocks them out. Hmm selective hearing is a curse and a blessing, because ignorance can cause many things, and one of them happens to be bliss. I'm gonna write some lyrics now. Then get some sleep. and I just realized that I'm posting twice in 1 hour. So, before I start to become a post whore like Marissa, I'll just quit now.