I'm Not Amazing.I’m not amazing. I don’t know why you even think that I am. It’s the lust and the love blinding you to my flaws. I don’t have any love for myself, and therefore I can see my own flaws. I see the dullness behind my washed out eyes; I see the blemishes within my skin. How can you not see what is right in front of you, I’ve never understood it. I’m far from perfect; in fact, I’d go as far as to say that I’m imperfection personified. The disguised judgments made on a first impression hidden by the made-up eyes, hiding my short-comings. The hundreds of hidden sins created by a secret, concealed by the sandsI'm Not Amazing.
Take What They SayYou know they always say you hurt the ones you love That you tear their hearts apart every time That their tears falling down, upon the floor, because of you Well what if I’m the one to say to you today You always make me smile, me laugh for a while What if I’m the one to say, if I don’t laugh with you Then I don’t laugh todayTake What They Say
If I could take what they said away,
Would you smile, would you laugh, knowing it’s just now That now is all you have to think about If I told you to jump, to reach for what you want, Would you know what to find, or would
Me and MyselfI want to stop, I need to stop but I don’t know which way’s up I can’t laugh, and I can’t cryMe and Myself
Yet there isn’t much change no more It isn’t fair, and it isn’t right but you won’t
Understand
There is love and there is hate But the line has disappeared This life of mine has gone far too wrong And I’m not sure where I stand Yet to walk forwards or ponder back I’ve got to place my feet
Is there any chance, or any way For this to be just a dream A melancholy drama just playing around Or a macabr
| I'm not someone who readily talks about themselves... Thorn is an old nickname from boarding school (my parents wheren't that cruel) I'm 22, a poet and writer really though i dabble with a little sketching. Work as a barman, study law and psychology in my spare time. Can never see the love of those around me, and can never show my love to them. |
New Start
Irish
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Castro is alive? O.o
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