She drank wine with the ghosts of the dead.
Time is held lightly and hatred gets a hearing in her head...
I want to hold up a mirror
and see what the world sees.
I don't want to hold on to unreality.
I don't want to be held back by dread or fear...
I want to realise my dreams.
Still, my mind paints the world grey outside my window,
and there seems to be nowhere i can go;
But how can i paint a picture so ludicrous
when there is so much beauty before us...
It's more than enough.
Yet, you can't have one without the other...
You can't have love and never suffer;
But i knew that the hurt in my heart wouldn't last...
It wouldn't haunt me like the past.
Back then i thought that everything would work out fine...
Back when i wasn't sickened by the quickening of time...
Now the days are faded memories
invaded by the darkness of night,
and i'm still searching for light in my life.
I'm obsessed with how love makes me feel...
It caressed me like the gentleness of the ocean breeze,
but happiness was soon drowned by the waves of sadness
and somehow love seemed like a disease...
So i wept
while all the world slept...
I was a wreck...
As i thought all the world would have expected,
and as ghostly shadows danced
to the sound of violins,
i felt dismissed by the withering hiss of the maddening wind.
She spent time with the ghosts of the dead.
My life is is held lightly
and hatred gets a hearing in her head.
I want to hold up a mirror
and see what the world sees.
I don't want to hold on to unreality...
I want to live my dreams.
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