It’s all going to be the same. The dark times, the low hours. Write a different story,make up different scenarios. Trust different people, love different shades. Hide, hope. Leave, stray. It’s all gonna be the same.
There’s that caution in the air. When to say what, where to what.What if she finds out,What if he found out. Don’t want him to know I’m happy, don’t want to tell her I am sad. Guard those emotions, write a hundred stories with the same basic idea and pain that the words start to seem fake and the emotions all monotonous and cliché.
Walk the same roads, eat the same food, make the same jokes, laugh the same laugh, walk the very walk and run the very track. Cry every birthday, anniversary, party, holiday. Make the same mistakes over and over againWaiting for that tomorrow to make everything right. Waiting for that Sun after the night Tell me I talk vague Hit me, I don’t see your face Walk away in your cowardice, or stay in that mere shame. You tell me I am not here I live in a galaxy far away I look around and see the world And see your sigh hanging in the air You tell me I am different and so strange Look through my eyes, It’s all just the same