02/17/2009 - Solar
Your eyes are like portals
To a harsh russian sky
your pupils the sun
that burned me on contact
So what is it I lack
A simple way of living
or the alcohol induced misery
that you battle day to day
Well what else can I be
but a boy in this world
filled with endless girls
but none of them are like you
I tried to figure out
the perfect way to talk about
the things to bring us together
but love tore us apart in the end
I sing the same damn songs
Every single three course day
I don’t have this ability
that let’s me function
like a normal human being
but what’s normal anyway
To be plain, not insane
would be a life not worth living
I wonder if this even came out right
If so then I can finally say goodnight
so goodnight.
Am I right?
