All these lonely nights waiting for replies
I can't see how time can fly
When I'm stuck behind the frame
With everyone demanding me to stop playing games.
I don't see the full picture
of how lies defile the photo inch-by-inch.
It just seems so lonely behind this frame
when everyone has gone two steps ahead
and I'm three steps from dropping dead
I really need you here right now.
I've been waiting behind this frame for so long
I really need you to keep me out of this bin
Cause this is where my insecureness kicks in.
Every second feels like a minute, and a minute an hour
waiting for you to speak before I turn sour
I still can't stand the fact that I've been turned away
Is this just my own conception of whatever you say, but you never spoke.
again I highlight my own seclusion and I yearn for someone to step into my solitude, my heart.
Have I ever spoke of the insatiable hunger of my heart to yearn for an unreachable person?
an undeniably sweet, cute, but oh so impossible person.
I never liked liking anyone, especially if it leaves you completely helpless.
Don't you think it's incredibly hapless to feel wholly helpless?
Have you ever experienced going to a shop, wanting to buy your favourite item, be it a shirt, an iPod, whatever, and realise that you're totally broke and in debt?
Have you ever felt the feeling of being useless?
Have you ever dreamt to be with a person only to wake up to life and realise that it's just a dream and that you'll have to experience the nightmare that is reality for the rest of your life?
Have you?

You sit there ruminating on what you intend to ruminate.

-Sam