Sunday, March 11, 2007
long gone
What am I looking for
When these eyes see just one thing
The good and bad seem different no more
Just my fate staying ahead of me smirking
Caught in between always
Caught on the wrong side
They pull me deeper in to the mire
Can't hide or ignore, they keep my eyes open wide
Grimacing over those lost goals
I Spend hours like a lost soul
Dent this mind with thoughts frail and unneeded so
They take me deeper down that mire's hole
Wander looking for love
Knocking on wrong doors at the wrong places
Things go so low
See no trace of love on any of the faces
Trying hard to get a sound night's sleep
Am reminiscing those good days
Sit by the moonlit window
I look at my life and its manifold ways
Lost faith in love, i feel its tainted
I find it hard to even fit in my home
Seem so much unwanted
I end fending my wounds on my own
Trying to hold on to every single ounce of hope
I pray someone will love me more
Treacherous schemes seem to work like dope
Givin a high when nothing else is left no more
Tried to give so much in time
Got used to lose more than I give
The chances i missed are galore
and the rhyme stops here, when I can't sing anymore...
When these eyes see just one thing
The good and bad seem different no more
Just my fate staying ahead of me smirking
Caught in between always
Caught on the wrong side
They pull me deeper in to the mire
Can't hide or ignore, they keep my eyes open wide
Grimacing over those lost goals
I Spend hours like a lost soul
Dent this mind with thoughts frail and unneeded so
They take me deeper down that mire's hole
Wander looking for love
Knocking on wrong doors at the wrong places
Things go so low
See no trace of love on any of the faces
Trying hard to get a sound night's sleep
Am reminiscing those good days
Sit by the moonlit window
I look at my life and its manifold ways
Lost faith in love, i feel its tainted
I find it hard to even fit in my home
Seem so much unwanted
I end fending my wounds on my own
Trying to hold on to every single ounce of hope
I pray someone will love me more
Treacherous schemes seem to work like dope
Givin a high when nothing else is left no more
Tried to give so much in time
Got used to lose more than I give
The chances i missed are galore
and the rhyme stops here, when I can't sing anymore...
# posted by maneesh @ 11:14 PM 
