Absent Minded
vanished...lost to myself
I can't recognise myself anymore
through my photographic memory
looking through photoalbulms
the little boy i used to be
he has run away
all thats left
is the shadow of a memory
a nostalgia of a forgotten time
when i thought i was just a puppet
following the sway
so i could be comfortable
in my own skin
i have vanished
without a trace
i look in the mirror
and ther i see
this empty face
staring back soo lonely and lost
looking for a home
confused and searching
for the one
glorious god
where did he go?
counting dreams of tomorrow?
chasing butterflies from yesterday?
im just a stereotype now
a sin to a number
a pain with a prayer
a missing piece to a puzzle
im soo broken
searching for answers
when the answers were lost
before they could be found
i'm soo tired
OF
everything
i can't find my inner child.
How did i grow to become
the weed that i am?
in the midst
of all you
beautifull roses and marrigolds and petuniaus and other breathetaking flowers
and no one gives a damn
I hear the voices in the shadows
i see pictures in my head
they remind me
OF
the sanity i once had
before i lost myself
pictures and postcards
letters and dear johns
fragments
of what i used to be
but who am i now?or used to be
rather is forever
gone.....
through my photographic memory
looking through photoalbulms
the little boy i used to be
he has run away
all thats left
is the shadow of a memory
a nostalgia of a forgotten time
when i thought i was just a puppet
following the sway
so i could be comfortable
in my own skin
i have vanished
without a trace
i look in the mirror
and ther i see
this empty face
staring back soo lonely and lost
looking for a home
confused and searching
for the one
glorious god
where did he go?
counting dreams of tomorrow?
chasing butterflies from yesterday?
im just a stereotype now
a sin to a number
a pain with a prayer
a missing piece to a puzzle
im soo broken
searching for answers
when the answers were lost
before they could be found
i'm soo tired
OF
everything
i can't find my inner child.
How did i grow to become
the weed that i am?
in the midst
of all you
beautifull roses and marrigolds and petuniaus and other breathetaking flowers
and no one gives a damn
I hear the voices in the shadows
i see pictures in my head
they remind me
OF
the sanity i once had
before i lost myself
pictures and postcards
letters and dear johns
fragments
of what i used to be
but who am i now?or used to be
rather is forever
gone.....
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vanished...lost to myself
vanished...lost to myself
