because you would rather thrive
off of what I appear to be, in your eyes
than what I really am,
and I'm sure somewhere you lost me
but i'm a needle in a hay stack
and when you find me, you'll rejoice.
for you will be able to mend your thread
back into your jacket of hate you've been meaning to stitch
high school poetry and real world symmetry
not completely equal but i'm getting older now
I see what goes on behind closed doors and on stage
they tell me i'm wise beyond years, and not my age
but what I appear to be is a mere image
a reflection of what I am inside, or not?
And I bet you will never know what goes on in my utmost thoughts
because I won't ever have enough time or money to express
and if I stepped out of key well you shoulda told me
that way I could have gone back and blown you away
stay, stay, stay..
stay on point.
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