Tuesday, 06 October 2009

  • Screaming At The Top Of My Lungs

    We all have a soul mate, waiting till the day we meet
    to wrap in each others arms and forget the world exists.
    To love one another faithfully and true, as if there was no other.
    But what if somewhere along the road I’ve lost my soul?
    Who will calm this raging storm brewing within my heart?
    The dark cloudy storm swirling with rage, and hatred?
    Who will calm this beast I call my heart?
    I need a lover, I need a friend, someone to start with all over again. 
I need that one, to tell you everything is going to be okay,
    and when she speaks those words, my problems will slowly float away,
    because in that moment, I’ll know, even if I’m stripped of all I have,
    I’ll be with her, and that’ll be all I need to conquer this life we call our own.
    We’re all in a waiting line of death, slowly watch as the clock ticks downward,
    no one wants to cut, and no one sure as hell doesn’t want to be alone at the end.
    We’re all in this waiting line, and I’m running out of time, oh my love, if you’re out there,
    will you come, will you come and show me that life isn’t such a dark place I’ve come to known, filled with whores and pigs, and vile excuses we call people.
    Oh my lover, I’m calling I’m calling but you’re not coming.
    Oh my lover, I’m screaming at the top of my lungs and you can’t hear me.

    Do you ever feel this way?

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