Monday, December 28, 2009


today is just another day.
another disease spreads
another cure

the only thing that's mine is this heart

the words i say only have meaning to me
the things i remember
only mean something to me


missing you so much
is really missing who i was back then
when you were around

you think i've changed, like you did
but i only learned
that who you are doesn't really matter
if you don't fit in,
if they don't see it

(being free has always meant
being alone)


"you are what they make you"

missing you
is really wishing we were the same


and to the same questions they ask now
what was my answer back then?

i used to have the right words
to say everything you wouldn't listen to

i used to have the right words
to remind you that you weren't listening


as this room gets colder
the disease spreads


deeper where i don't want to let you in
deeper where i always want to be


the more i seem to be like you
the more i see i'm not like you


deeper where i'm slowly letting you in
deeper where i slowly start to leave

i'm not you but i'm no longer myself

the only thing that's mine
is this heart