TimeTell me time
Where are you?
The grass is not growing
The moon is not shinning
Where are you?
Don’t leave me in the cellar of my mind
Where I’m the only one to find
To confront
We badly need them
Need them, I promise!
For joy
To live
To be someone
And now you’re gone
I Crack your head open
And notice that I smile
In the city of
And the grass is joy
And time will tell
And the moon dies a little inside
Hand in HandLet them wander in pairs
Hand in hand, always together
Let them wander in light for all eternity
Or until the darkness claims them
Let them wander to the gates of Hell
Until the sandstorm is gone
Let them realize that life has its way
And Heaven does not want them
Let them wander, give them no chance
Give them a choice to offer
Let them show what they are capable of
Hand in hand, always together
OnceWhere there was once love there is no more,
Where there was once happiness there is no more,
Where there was once life there is no more.
Is this my life,
forever wandering,
never show my real self,
only wearing masks.
Is this realy me,
doomed to never be happy,
always using fake smiles,
always laughing.
If only I could once feel happiness again,
I might be able to live again.
Frozen TearsI hate this feeling, this feeling alone.
I hate this height, I feel so lowed.
Close the clouds and turn off the sun.
I don't want anyone, anyone to know.
I feel so lowed, I don't know where to go.
Here falls my hand. I'm sorry, it's cold.
Here hold my tear, a fear of the old.
I don't understand why you hold my hand.
My palm cries numb, my mind stays dumb.
Please hold my hand and hold me close.
I feel deprived from an overdose.
They ask me why, I tell them how.
Yet they still don't know these thoughts that crow.
And how they go? I love them so...
I hate this feeling, my toes might dry.
I hate my face, it makes me cry.
You never knew why my eyes glow red.
I hate this feeling, I really do,
But after all I must be true.
I'm so alone, I feel a clone.
I hate this feeling, you don't even know.
This ironic touch, since I don't feel much.
My heart moans, over and over.
It moans, and moans.
And my stomach groans, I'm not very hungry.
My arms still weak of the lack of tire.
I guess I'm a freak
I
The cycle of lifeI'm back again,
to where I was once before,
It's the same but different,
even thinking make's it worse,
and all I can think is why,
Trying to grasp things I can't understand,
overrun by feelings that were long gone,
it only brings back the old questions,
is life worth it?
Am I worth it?