Misconstrued, by lost the lonely dead Subscribe to rss feed for lost the lonely dead

Talking heads spin tales of me
who i am who i was who i will be
the know nothing yet speak volumes
and tell just exactly how i'll turn out
afterall they know the future
afterall they lived through the past
feeling worthless, hope you're happy
yeah im boring its because of you
if you'd ever let me just be myself...
i wander around in someone else's shoes
following shadows of another's dream world
begging for a new begining a fresh slate
In rebellion i erase you from the chalkboard of my soul
you dont own me im not yours forever im my own man now
your senseless ramblings lectures i never needed
its no small wonder im missunderstood 
longingly i reach for hopes that never come to be
praying desperately i wish to get past all this
when is it my turn to have the ball?
brushing it all asside i say im fine i dont care
and in reality i dont but its getting to me
when was the last time my heart beat right?
seems like so long ago that i was understood

(workin on it)
Posted: 2006-04-02 02:41:23 UTC

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2005-12-20 22:32:38Loneliness is condescending
i like this one so far and where its going makes me think about somethin josh said...

2005-12-23 03:53:53lost the lonely dead
thats it make me curious but leave out the details i see how it is