Post by stupidxgirl on May 3, 2006 9:34:00 GMT -6
a/n: Okay honestly, I don't know what's been my problem lately. I went away for two weeks and come back and I can't manage to write for the life of me LoL. I guess this one is a little better then the last one I posted but I doubt it. Oh might I add, it is a very true story Never date a man who is happier with his guitar then he is you HaHa!
I'm chasing your soul
while your chasing your dreams
of guitar solo's and hollow screams
about the loss
you've honestly never felt.
I'm singing in my sleep
and your singing on the stage
wrapped in black and
soaked in sweat and
drowning in paradise
But I'm not allowed
to follow you-
Lighters-flashes-glowing
masses.
Screaming-jumping-uniformed
masses.
And it's worth it I understand-
And I'm stuck loving
the person girls throw
themselves at
and guys idolize,
and ego trips start to fly
higher then my warm intentions
can reach.
I blamed those girls
for being "them"
those conforming cheap
idolizing whores,
who swormed at your feet
and turned me into a
shadow of your world.
Yes I was chasing your soul
and you were following
your dreams of screatching car
crashing fame that could fall
around your feet at any second,
but you'd still crave it more then me.
So I must say,
I miss the days when you
only sang to me
and only wrapped your words
around my heart
and only lead me into
enchanting worlds of
pastel kisses and rushing
waters echoing your voice.
And I'm still singing in my sleep
while you sing in the night club
two streets to my left
where the only girls that throw
themselves at you are ones
who's faces are torn with age
and alcohol.
I will remember the day
I lost my music man to that crowd.
I'm chasing your soul
while your chasing your dreams
of guitar solo's and hollow screams
about the loss
you've honestly never felt.
I'm singing in my sleep
and your singing on the stage
wrapped in black and
soaked in sweat and
drowning in paradise
But I'm not allowed
to follow you-
Lighters-flashes-glowing
masses.
Screaming-jumping-uniformed
masses.
And it's worth it I understand-
And I'm stuck loving
the person girls throw
themselves at
and guys idolize,
and ego trips start to fly
higher then my warm intentions
can reach.
I blamed those girls
for being "them"
those conforming cheap
idolizing whores,
who swormed at your feet
and turned me into a
shadow of your world.
Yes I was chasing your soul
and you were following
your dreams of screatching car
crashing fame that could fall
around your feet at any second,
but you'd still crave it more then me.
So I must say,
I miss the days when you
only sang to me
and only wrapped your words
around my heart
and only lead me into
enchanting worlds of
pastel kisses and rushing
waters echoing your voice.
And I'm still singing in my sleep
while you sing in the night club
two streets to my left
where the only girls that throw
themselves at you are ones
who's faces are torn with age
and alcohol.
I will remember the day
I lost my music man to that crowd.