Thursday, April 28, 2011

Searching for that Feeling

I listen to what you say
I hear it and it freaks me out
I am her... I am your dream
And you are chasing a ghost
Someone who is different
You are afraid, scared and hurt
It turns you inside out
You feel the impossible
But with me things are simple
Simple in a way that ceases
Turns into darkness
Turns into blacked out memories
you know, though
You'll always know
That I am her I am chosen
The lights, the eyes, the pretty young things...
Fuck baby, I hope you see the truth
Descending into a pool of light
I am waiting for you
Slide down of good sun and
Come ENJOY the good life
The wind in your hair
The wild nights and freedom calls
The feeling of having conquered
One day...
one minute...
one second...
That emptiness will find its balance.