and when i think of you,
i admit,
every sound is noiseless.
how can you call this life
when you haven't got a clue
about what it means to understand
the beauty of a firefly-filled sky?
you dream without color,
i'm sure,
and you think you know
something so spectacular.
for someone who has seen so much,
you sure don't show a single sign
of growing up and learning how to cope
with every one of your tragedies.
and i have no problem admitting
that falling for you hurt me deeply,
like a collision with the ground
that i simply couldn't avoid.
no, i don't mean to compare you to the dirt,
but you must understand
that there's so much more out there
and i don't know why
these strings chose to attach me to you.
but we'll make the best of this,
so just close your eyes and imagine another place,
where water drains into the sand
and every heart is paper thin and broken.
surely that's not too difficult.
i pity you,
sometimes.