Sitting in a row while your studies pile up
everyone seems to be working harder than you
2 on your left and 6 on your right
each one making progress too
Your attention is caught somewhere far
through a window made to distract
and you think every time you crossed that path
how those on this side react
And maybe if you did it again
would you put on a little show
or maybe you'd play a jazzy tune
so they'd know of a melodies flow
Or chances are that I'd walk right by
going on where I'd need to go
Everything We Miss to bring into our lives
is left in our heads to dim out slow
I've been wondering around for a really long time now. Out of breath and tired... I'm about to break from overexertion. My path still has some ways to go but if I rest here I think I can make it all the way. I'm not sure were I am now or why I'm alone. This place looks as if it was once overrun with ostentation and whatever was left of hope for the humble,currently fugly,abode.
This place looks as if it was once happy with youth and life. But the image of this happy home in front of me quickly turned into darkness. . . That's it, just darkness. It's as if the outside of the house is giving me some type of w
Sitting in a row while your studies pile up
everyone seems to be working harder than you
2 on your left and 6 on your right
each one making progress too
Your attention is caught somewhere far
through a window made to distract
and you think every time you crossed that path
how those on this side react
And maybe if you did it again
would you put on a little show
or maybe you'd play a jazzy tune
so they'd know of a melodies flow
Or chances are that I'd walk right by
going on where I'd need to go
Everything We Miss to bring into our lives
is left in our heads to dim out slow