Monday, August 9, 2010

I grow more silent day by day
I'm worried my vocal chords will break
I'm worried of what you think of me
I'm worried to say what I believe
I'm worried these pants are too tight
I'm worried this shirt won't fit right (these words won't sound right)
I'm worried that you will forget me
I'm worried to say what I believe

All the words are torn and frayed
memories fade day by day
normal is a distant dream
I'm conscious of how soft I seem
you said you'd stay; you had to go
I don't know why; I'll never know
Hope aches here and then it leaves
I'm scared to say what I believe

Your lips
on the soft lines
of my veins
Nothing
ever can
stay the same

I'm worried it was all meaningless
I'm worried this hope is pointless
I'm worried this cycle will not end
I'm worried I let you mean too much
Days go on and I get dim
I hate these damn(/stupid) expectations
We could fall back easily
I'm worried to say what I believe

Your lips
on the soft lines
of my veins
Nothing
ever will
stay the same

I'm worried that I have lost my touch
I'm worried that I didn't mean much
I'm worried of what you think of me
I'm worried to say what I believe
Hope aches here and then it leaves
I'm scared to say what I believe
I'm worried that you will forget me
I'm worried to say what I believe
I'm worried that you will forget me
I'm worried to say what I believe.

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