I Guess It Was Just Me
I Guess It Was Just Me That Made This Bed, Time To Sleep.
I, in my weakness of heart and inability to get over you turned to a pair of open wings, but never loved her, no never she could have been any bird, but she was yours, those waiting wings were yours, and I don't know whats been said but our flower was sadly withered before it left the ground, and now I sit regretting in this catacomb I call a heart.
I never meant to hurt you, but I suppose it was nothing more then a different view of the same scene, you were gone, I was scared and she was there, a beautiful tree with a rot at the roots, but I have a question, where do the lies go when they're blown through the forest, and end up burning in the campfire? The leaves, they were nothing other then shit.
But from shit can come roses when it goes back to the ground I suppose things will "work themselves out in the end", but thats just a dream of my own, ever the optimist, but it times to forget the dreams of "love in the fields", because don't you know? Hurricanes can come whenever and ruin the earth.
And this is just the same scenery from a different view, and heres me and you, fighting again, just don't believe me, and I wonder where we go, when were blown like leaves to the road, and the weather freezes us alive, but the fire continues to burn inside.
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I'm not blind, I believe in you.
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