Showers of lies and a fistful of heartfelt
truth
Some buried memories of past and long empty
roads of winter,
A lone traveler of dark roads leading nowhere,
And you have me in your palms looking down and
wondering,
If only you knew what it means to be human and
to feel the heartbeat of another,
We could see the summer again and feel the
touch of an escaping ray of sun
Through those hair of yours, blowing in the
wind,
We’d be in a beach somewhere, sand in our
shoes,
Or just sitting there in the dark by ourselves.
Or maybe we could just dream all this sitting
in a dirty city apartment,
Blaming our fate that we ended up like nothing
But we would still have ourselves and that
dirty apartment would have been ours to share,
We could have everything or nothing at all,
It all leads to us being us, and it’s nothing
without you, there is no “us”,
My nights are my own and so are the days,
Richest man in the city not having to share any
of my dreams.
I have become a no one and no one really sees
me wandering,
Like a ghost I’m here and I’m not, just a puff
of smoke,
Waiting to be withered away with the next blow
of wind.
Wish I could tell you the truth running through
my veins
Wish I could cut open a wrist and be done with
it all,
Just another story of a coward running away,
Wish it wouldn't have to end this way.
