Time's on hold, And this place is so cold-This place is so cold.
I can't breath,Need someplace to think-Need someplace for me.....
Sometimes things seem so damned grand When you take me by the hand, And make me fall in love with you....
But then I see a glimmer in your eyes that makes me start to realize, That in the end it's all about you....
Time slips away, Nothing more to say-I need some place to pray...
A window view, A memory of you-A choice of me or you
I just want to have some time, I just want to clear my mind-But you hold here anyway
You say if I go off on my own, Then i'm the one you'll never know-And so I stay but can't set my mind free
I'm alone
Need a place to call my own
Got some things that need to get strong
This place makes me feel weak
Now I will no longer speak
Because the truth isn't doing us any good
I'll just live a little lie, And see if I can just get by-Cause you'd rather me suffer than do what I know to do
So i'll die, A little at a time-A little at a time
Bury me under that big oak tree-Then you can always have me.
Cut the grass under the tree, don't let weeds cover me-that way I'll never leave
And when you want to hear my voice
Just speak out loud- cause that's your choice
Just speak out loud and hear your own voice...
And for now on I'll just smile
And linger for a while
And linger
for
awhile
Copyright ©2006 Attica Lundy
Thursday, November 1, 2007
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment