Underground_Network
April 4th, 2009, 11:00 AM
It may sound like poetry to you
But it really isn't anything to me
Any more it doesn't matter
Because it doesn't matter
Because I said it doesn't
Really mean anything anymore...
Do you see what it feels like
To feel like you feel like
When nobody wants you
When nobody cares
When everything hurts you
And everyone stares...
Stares right at you
But sees right through
The truth; the lies
They bury all that will survive
In time, in time, in time...
Do you see what it feels like
To feel like you feel like
When nobody wants you
When nobody cares
When everything hurts you
And everyone stares...
Stares at the glass
Embedded in your arms,
Stares at the past
That they can't seem to understand,
Stares at the grass
Emptily with hands unclenched
Because they don't know what to do or when it will all just fall apart (or when it will all just fall apart)...
We're all everybody else
We don't ever want to be ourselves
Pollute the air, blame someone else
Pointing fingers goes nowhere,
Do you see why I see
What I see when I see
What I see, when I try to believe...
That the world is okay
When I'm really okay
Its not really okay
Please don't believe
What they say
When they mean
Something else entirely...
Do you see what it feels like
To feel like you feel like
When nobody wants you
When nobody cares
When everything hurts you
And everyone stares...
Because it isn't alright
When nobody fights
For the right thing
In life, like the things
That you need
Versus the things that cause strife (and the things that will leave marks upon your memories, year after year, year after year)
Nobody wants to be
Who they think they are
They want to be
What the other people
Think that they are
But that doesn't go far
It doesn't get anywhere at all (at all)...
Do you see what it feels like
To feel like you feel like
When nobody wants you
When nobody cares
When everything hurts you
And everyone stares...
Because I feel that way everyday
But nobody's staring at me,
They're staring into themselves
Seeing blankness (empty bookshelves)
Do you see what it's like to believe
When nobody believes in themselves...?
But it really isn't anything to me
Any more it doesn't matter
Because it doesn't matter
Because I said it doesn't
Really mean anything anymore...
Do you see what it feels like
To feel like you feel like
When nobody wants you
When nobody cares
When everything hurts you
And everyone stares...
Stares right at you
But sees right through
The truth; the lies
They bury all that will survive
In time, in time, in time...
Do you see what it feels like
To feel like you feel like
When nobody wants you
When nobody cares
When everything hurts you
And everyone stares...
Stares at the glass
Embedded in your arms,
Stares at the past
That they can't seem to understand,
Stares at the grass
Emptily with hands unclenched
Because they don't know what to do or when it will all just fall apart (or when it will all just fall apart)...
We're all everybody else
We don't ever want to be ourselves
Pollute the air, blame someone else
Pointing fingers goes nowhere,
Do you see why I see
What I see when I see
What I see, when I try to believe...
That the world is okay
When I'm really okay
Its not really okay
Please don't believe
What they say
When they mean
Something else entirely...
Do you see what it feels like
To feel like you feel like
When nobody wants you
When nobody cares
When everything hurts you
And everyone stares...
Because it isn't alright
When nobody fights
For the right thing
In life, like the things
That you need
Versus the things that cause strife (and the things that will leave marks upon your memories, year after year, year after year)
Nobody wants to be
Who they think they are
They want to be
What the other people
Think that they are
But that doesn't go far
It doesn't get anywhere at all (at all)...
Do you see what it feels like
To feel like you feel like
When nobody wants you
When nobody cares
When everything hurts you
And everyone stares...
Because I feel that way everyday
But nobody's staring at me,
They're staring into themselves
Seeing blankness (empty bookshelves)
Do you see what it's like to believe
When nobody believes in themselves...?