Magenta
July 23rd, 2011, 04:45 PM
Deep down inside,
there's a thought, there's a lie.
Deep down there's the ideas,
bringing upon me aches and tears.
Would anybody miss me
if I were to die and cease to be?
Would anybody ask where I am
if I were to not show up again?
To be lost but never found,
to stumble, unable to get off the ground.
To see your life flutter by
and know you are soon destined to die.
there's a thought, there's a lie.
Deep down there's the ideas,
bringing upon me aches and tears.
Would anybody miss me
if I were to die and cease to be?
Would anybody ask where I am
if I were to not show up again?
To be lost but never found,
to stumble, unable to get off the ground.
To see your life flutter by
and know you are soon destined to die.