Excuse me if sometimes I don’t know what to believe anymore; I’m just like any one else, sometimes I allow myself to believe what I want. So if what you do and what you say make two, I might be confused even more. I want to trust you, believe you, but do you even know? Let’s just pretend until our dreams fade into reality and wake up really there."
I want to write something. Something real. Something sad.
It’s been so long since I’ve stared at this blank…
I thought if I just waited long enough I would find them again.
I’ve lost myself and I don’t even know where or when.
When I met you I felt something. Something real, something mine.
I found my words, and I found myself.
And today I’m looking at your blank stare, and I’m alone.
These lines and your eyes both expect something… from me.
They both look at me, empty, waiting to be filled.
But I’ve lost myself, I’ve lost my words.
And I hope that you would look at me and see,
All the things that I want to tell you,
That have no words.
There is no word.