Post by stupidxgirl on Oct 9, 2006 0:44:42 GMT -6
A/n: This is a raw version of this, I didn't take the time to edit it. It's written for *him* and they way he cried to me over *her* *such a long story HaHa!* The title isn't very original I know, but it's all that came to mind. If anyone has heard the new Evanescence album, I will admit that a lot of inspiration came from the song Good Enough. But these are my own thoughts none the less. The rhythm changes towards the end, that is indicated by italics, I guess it was just a shift, so it's not boring LoL! I can't help the fact that it's not too good, I'm just so blocked up from stress.
Am I good enough,
Am I so pretty that multi-colored
flowers could grow from my eye sockets
and spread to my lips
greeting you with a softness
you love more and more every time.
And am I your shining star
Am I bright enough to take you away
and throw you into oceans deeper and bluer
then the color of your eyes-
We're staring into oblivion with
your innocence beating threw your button up shirt.
I can't say I wouldn't be a fool
if I let this dream go
because I would love for you to leave
your finger prints in an unusual pattern
across the layers of skin in front of you.
But do you value me like
I so obviously treasure you?
Because I'm not her,
and I couldn't be even if I glued
her picture to my forhead.
But am I good enough,
Am I so perfect that walls crumble
when I speak and the earth moves
when I open my lungs to breathe you in
because your so true
and I could only hope to be as good as her.
Am I good enough,
Am I so pretty that multi-colored
flowers could grow from my eye sockets
and spread to my lips
greeting you with a softness
you love more and more every time.
And am I your shining star
Am I bright enough to take you away
and throw you into oceans deeper and bluer
then the color of your eyes-
We're staring into oblivion with
your innocence beating threw your button up shirt.
I can't say I wouldn't be a fool
if I let this dream go
because I would love for you to leave
your finger prints in an unusual pattern
across the layers of skin in front of you.
But do you value me like
I so obviously treasure you?
Because I'm not her,
and I couldn't be even if I glued
her picture to my forhead.
But am I good enough,
Am I so perfect that walls crumble
when I speak and the earth moves
when I open my lungs to breathe you in
because your so true
and I could only hope to be as good as her.