Background Scenery Goes Unnoticed. A rose only stands out if the background isn't red. A rose is unnoticed unless your pricked by the thorns
It gets left behind, unseen to the one it cares about most.
A lone thorn. Rejected, dejected, unloved. Who wants something that hurts you? Well that thorn hurts too.... Can't you see it's pain?
In the midst of your happy cloud, do you see other's pain?
I'm sorry. Said the girl with the blonde hair. Turning to go. My mask has slipped, now I must leave. I wish I could be myself. My bothersomeself
Here we go, plug your nose, shut your eyes, we're going under. Just hold my hand - we'll be okay.
Background Scenery Goes Unnoticed. A rose only stands out if the background isn't red.
It gets left behind, unseen to the one it cares about most.
Like a lone thorn. Rejected, dejected, unloved. Who wants something that hurts you? Well that thorn hurts too.... Can't you see it's pain?
In the midst of your happy cloud, do you see it's pain?
Dirty and clouded. The girl turns to leave. The rose has been picked, and the others are hurt. Just because of her pain, she hurts others.
My mask is heavy, it is slipping. But I've forgotten who's beneath.
I just want to be myself, my bothersome.. troubled...self.
I'm painting the background again, just to blend in.
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[b:35be38a554] I like roleplaying, music, and anything artsy. Photography, drawing, whatever. I do it all.[/b:35be38a554] [/color:35be38a554][/size:35be38a554][/align:35be38a554]
 awesomecacy · Sat Jul 04, 2009 @ 02:23am · 0 Comments |
