Sitting in a room with white walls and a red ceiling,
What is it im feeling?
You ask me how i am,
I reply ok,
you ask me if im sure
I say but of course
SARCASM!
It's both a blessing and a curse,
I cannot let you in that would be to hard,
But to push you away..now thats the easy way out,
If the walls were to crumble,
And i let you see,
I let you see the other side of me,
How would you react?
Would you still love me?
Would you still want to know me?
For if the White walls crumbled,
What would be left to hold the red ceiling?
Me?
You?
Would you help me hold the red ceiling?
Rebuild the white walls?
You say yes,
You always do,
But thats where the sarcasm comes through,
Isn't life fun...........
Last edited by CrazyChaoticMess : 14-06-2008 at 01:30 PM.
I thought she was different,
I thought she cared,
I thought she knew,
She understud,
But she's the same,
She aswell as me can see the trates,
Yet she denys any knowledge,
She denys the responsibility,
Pretends she doesn't care,
Like she'd not bothered and it doesn't affect her,
Like the tension isn't there,
Like the problems can be forgotten or pushed aside,
I thought she was different,
Yet she'd the same,
Though she deny's the trates,
She's the same....
“The good things don’t always soften the bad, but vice-versa, the bad things don’t necessarily spoil the good things and make them unimportant.”
“Nobody important? Blimey, that’s amazing. Do you know, in nine hundred years of time and space I’ve never met anyone who wasn’t important before.”
“If it’s time to go, remember what you’re leaving. Remember the best. My friends have always been the best of me.”
Teddy bear on the edge on my bed,
Thats where you rest,
Where you have always been and always will be,
You've have been there to dance me through my up's,
And mop up my tears through my down's,
you have witnessed the arguments,
And held the ice at the end of fights,
But most of all you have been there,
Without you to cuddle,
Without you to hold,
Where would i be?
You know all my secrets,
You know all my lies,
Yet even if you wanted to you can't tell a sole,
The things you've seen,
The stories you could tell,
Ah well...........
