They're Gonna Clean Up Your Looks With All The Lies In Their Books
Disclaimer: MCR and Paramore's lyrics don't belong to me. Just thought they had a pretty ring to them. :P :))
Food left abandoned for more than six hours...
Milk, once slurped down greedily, left to fester for more than three hours...
My appetite's gone and with it, you too.
I wonder what you- what they- would say
If you could see me now.
It's a little bit lonely, and I tend to stare at the ceiling more,
Peer out of the windows, like a scared rabbit observing everything,
Just a little longer...
I find myself abandoning words-
Both reading and writing-
For the first time in my life.
They are, and have been, my best friends throughout.
Honestly, it's a little frightening.
I don't have a clue where I am
I don't have a clue what I am doing
I don't have a clue who I am
I just wish you would come...
Come and lend me a hand, to help me
Pick myself up out of this slump...
I don't know what I am trying to achieve,
Other than that dream which I saw once...
In that, I would have gone everywhere,
And through those journeys...
There was that voice,
That unrecognisable face accompanying me.
Everywhere I go, every person I meet...
I scrutinise them for that hint of familiarity,
That feeling of being home,I felt once upon a dream, now long gone.
I look into their eyes...
Where are those eyes?
I listen to their gossip and smile.
Are you one of the people being talked about?
Are you the one who is doing the talking?
I watch them laugh and I giggle in mirth myself.
Are you somewhere out there looking in as well?
These words, they flow so easily
But they took such a long time in coming,
I began doubting myself even more.
That beautiful feeling of warmth and easy affection-
I am still searching for it-
But a smile spreads across my face
And someone returns it.
People get used to the smiling girl
And I forget that dream.
But once again, food lies abandoned,
Milk is left to fester.
I am spending time staring at the ceiling,
Trying to make out hidden patterns,
When I once again remember that lingering warmth.
This time, that clenching around my lungs is a bit easier.
I am a little more jaded
A little more difficult to read
A little more sensitive
A little more at home in my skin
And I know you realise
I am starting to forget you...
But every person I meet- I search them
Every eye I meet- I look through to their souls
And it appears that my perceptions have changed.
For someone to get that close... Hah!
I doubt I'll accept somebody who is the same as you, anyway.
"And I'm on my way to believing..."
A/N: This is free-style. [FREE AS CAN BE BABEH! XD ]
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