Sunday comes for me today
But Im still stuck on yesterday
I try to sleep away what I despise
Sick and tired of living these lies
Nobody, no nobody knows the trouble inside
Here I am trapped in the week
Silence deafening all that I seek
Memories of the past are good and bad
When I can break this mourning Ill be so glad
Nobody, no nobody knows just how sad
Well Ive seen better days pass me by
Times when I could more than sit and cry
Keeping it all buried deep is just so me
I feel so lost and I dont know who to be
Nobody, no nobody knows what I see
So many question remain without answers
Dreams fade away when consumed by self-cancer
Cut yourself just to have some control and peace
Listen to your records to find some release
Nobody, no nobody knows how to cure this disease
Hide these words from all these plastics
They wont be happy til Im six to the casket
Scarred with sores from the inside to its out
Mouth sewn shut while I scream and shout
Nobody, no nobody knows all that I doubt








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