. Artisic Differences. Just Might Be Indenial.

Sunday, April 13, 2008 @1:50 AM

Shadow.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=rD7tM-XouiI

I was six years old
When my parents went away
I was stuck inside a broken life
I couldn't wish away

She was beautiful
She had everything and more
And my escape was hiding out and running for the door

Somebody listen please
It used to be so hard being me
Living in the shadow
Of someone else's dream

Trying to find a hand to hold
but every touch felt cold to me

Living in a nightmare
A never-ending sleep
But now that I am wide awake
My chains are finally free

Don't feel sorry for me

All the days collided
One less perfect than the next
I was stuck inside someone else's life and always second best
Oh, I love you now 'cause now I realize
That it's safe outside to come alive in my identity

So if you're listening
There's so much more to me you haven't seen

Oh, my life is good
I've got more than anyone should
And the past is in the past.

Back To The Street Where It All Began.

Confession

I’m beginning to regret,
How it all started in the end.
And how it all ended like the start.
As if it was never even more.

As though as my feelings would not retort back
As though my heart still belongs to him,
Maybe that’s the reason I would not let in.

Maybe you would not; never see,
As though as I would never ever be,
You are not me, as I am not you,
And we will not; never meant to be.

Maybe I just hate the fact you weren’t made for me.

Maybe it will never end
No more times together, last glances,
No more stares back behind,
Oh, it almost made my tears on high.

This is my confession,
It’s not like any other,
This time it’s for real.

Maybe just one last glance,
But it would never pay off,
For the damage I caused
For my heart might be forever torn.

No more footsteps,
Maybe I would not see you again,
As I would act as if I do not know you,
And that shall be it,
As that was how I would have wished,
If only wishes come true.

Oh, I guess this is how it ends,
No touches, no fined love notes,
No dotted hearts after every signatures,
No song lyrics, no more skipped heartbeats.

I wrote this. and it's (100% original)

- Sandy