Magenta
February 1st, 2011, 01:54 PM
A friend put it to music as it was originally intended as a song: www.fileden.com/files/2010/2/1/2746439//numbers.mp3
Numbers.
Do they matter?
Can I count the numbers?
Hundreds of scars,
evidence of the
memories that are now
just out of my grasp.
Only a few
friend who can say they
really know the girl*
lurks inside this frame.
Numbers.
Do they mean much?
Should I count the numbers?
Why should I
become only a
statistic for a
graph in a magazine?
I feel the
numbers burning my
mind with feelings of
guilt and worthlessness.
Numbers.
Do they make me?
Will I become
one?
*boy in the mp3.
Numbers.
Do they matter?
Can I count the numbers?
Hundreds of scars,
evidence of the
memories that are now
just out of my grasp.
Only a few
friend who can say they
really know the girl*
lurks inside this frame.
Numbers.
Do they mean much?
Should I count the numbers?
Why should I
become only a
statistic for a
graph in a magazine?
I feel the
numbers burning my
mind with feelings of
guilt and worthlessness.
Numbers.
Do they make me?
Will I become
one?
*boy in the mp3.