TigerLily
September 13th, 2009, 06:42 PM
Secrets are meant for shoeboxes in the bottom of wardrobes,
Secrets are meant for an eternity on the ocean floor,
Secrets are meant to be secrets forever,
Secrets aren’t meant to hurt me anymore.
The past is a place to which you can’t return,
The past is a place where old wounds cease to sting,
The past is a place from which wise lessons you learn,
And the past need not mean a thing.
but then the old bugger follows you and the wardrobe doors come crashing open and the tsunami swept the secrets from the sea to the streets and now they’re all over this city but I can’t leave and I want to runaway to the land of the masquerade parade and I don’t want to come back not now not ever.
Those scars were years old
Now they’re healed and blind to the eye
Or so I thought but then again
You must have seen something in me
Because I never told you
You saw for yourself
And how did you do that
If there was nothing left to see?
because you cant go to the past but the past can come to you and stalk you every night like the monster under the bed that you dismissed a long time ago but really all you needed was to be more aware because it never went away and no it will never go away and yes its still there waiting to pounce and no you’re not bigger nor stronger than the monster and yes the monster it wants your blood.
When you let the butterfly out of the cage
You have got to expect its rage
It never wanted to be locked away
Now flutterby’s gonna stab you in the back
Today.
And when you’ve got monsters under the bed baring their razor teeth
And flutterby butterfly’s got a real sharp knife
And all you have in your defence are a few broken dreams
And a handful of saltwater missiles from the arsenal in the corner of your eye
Is all you have to fight with for your life
Well, then you know you’re fucked.
Meh.
Secrets are meant for an eternity on the ocean floor,
Secrets are meant to be secrets forever,
Secrets aren’t meant to hurt me anymore.
The past is a place to which you can’t return,
The past is a place where old wounds cease to sting,
The past is a place from which wise lessons you learn,
And the past need not mean a thing.
but then the old bugger follows you and the wardrobe doors come crashing open and the tsunami swept the secrets from the sea to the streets and now they’re all over this city but I can’t leave and I want to runaway to the land of the masquerade parade and I don’t want to come back not now not ever.
Those scars were years old
Now they’re healed and blind to the eye
Or so I thought but then again
You must have seen something in me
Because I never told you
You saw for yourself
And how did you do that
If there was nothing left to see?
because you cant go to the past but the past can come to you and stalk you every night like the monster under the bed that you dismissed a long time ago but really all you needed was to be more aware because it never went away and no it will never go away and yes its still there waiting to pounce and no you’re not bigger nor stronger than the monster and yes the monster it wants your blood.
When you let the butterfly out of the cage
You have got to expect its rage
It never wanted to be locked away
Now flutterby’s gonna stab you in the back
Today.
And when you’ve got monsters under the bed baring their razor teeth
And flutterby butterfly’s got a real sharp knife
And all you have in your defence are a few broken dreams
And a handful of saltwater missiles from the arsenal in the corner of your eye
Is all you have to fight with for your life
Well, then you know you’re fucked.
Meh.