Misery Left BehindMisery, oh, Misery, in chains you have my soul!More Like This
Slowing down the moves I make, these shackles take their toll.
I have no way to hold my own, or the things that I hold dear,
And everything I want to hold is drifting far, not near.
I’d been sitting watching life pass from the sidelines.
Been hoping that’s enough to make it through this maddening timeline.
I wondered what would happen if I took life in my hands.
And I found that utter Misery is wandering in these lands.
It pointed back the path I came, and said “It is too bad,
That once the steps been taken, you can’t turn back to what you’d had.”
Though, what I had wasn't exactly much.
I found that Pain and Sadness had infected everyone I'd touched.
Now Memories, Memories, you're all I'll ever know.
And I can't quite pull myself to bury everything below.
The people I held closest, lost their lives to get mine back,
To put me back together, but their dying just spread the crack.
So there I stand,
ListenThe people that REALLY suffer, are the ones you NEVER hear about. The ones who's story NEVER get's told. The people you'll never meet, or hear about in history books. The silent. The dead. The ones who didn't ever get to say "I deserve a chance!" or "Please, help me...?" Because there was NO ONE to listen...More Like This
They are the ones that deserve our help the most, yet we will never get the chance to offer it; or they to receive it. We will never know who they are, (or were.) And in their lonely dreams the words they hear are not lavish, and are not the words of a grand rescue, but rather the least that they hope is that we will learn something in hindsight: "if only we would have known, we could have helped...." But those words are just a dream to those who live in a world that does not recognize them. It's their salute to the future they will never have, but hope to give to someone, someday, that may be suffering just like they did.
They are the ones who never had a friend. They are the
That awkward kissing moment...when your two lover friends seem to forget you're in the same room!!More Like This
Yeah..and I just try to pretend like I can't hear them and literally bury my face into my artwork,and furiously scribble and shake the paper in hopes they hear me and stop.
...they do not.
Hey I'm happy for them and all,it was just kinda awkward since I usually see them as casual people.
Heh..oh well,guess I'll just find another art table next time.