Emotionally Defective
Why is it so hard to feel love again?
My emotions are misted away.
In to the corner where I feel weak.
Once again in this bed where I lay.
I feel as if I'm a blank canvas.
People expect to see a work of art.
All they see is the dust that settled on top.
In this world all I do is play my little part.
There is only little parts painted on me.
Such as the shadow that's reaching out.
From the far left corner where I think.
But my mind seems to be full of doubt.
There's no use in believing again.
When you feel so defective and weak.
My emotion's have been crushed in to grains.
Finding the love I once had seems so bleak.
My heart feels like it beats for one thing.
To drag this shadow across my life.
Emotional scars slashed across my body.
Feels like I'll never gain a wife.
The corner, it calls for me again.
So dark and so cold where my thought wait.
Of hopeless dreams of wealth and love lay.
But this shadow took my smile and my fate.
So I lay in the middle of this canvas to see.
What will happen in this near future to me.
The shadow reaches to suck my soul.
So I hope for a bright light which to see.
I try to stand but with every move I ache.
So tired because of those hours I stayed awake.
The heavy feeling that makes my knees shake.
Ripping everything that feels oh so fake
I rip off my smile, my heart and my laugh.
I rip out my tongue my lungs and my voice.
I rip out my thoughts my eyes and my brain.
I leave them on the floor as my final choice.
And my shell heads to the shadow that longs for me.
To eat what remained of my sand grained soul.
But most of me, I left behind as I mindlessly walk.
As I enter it feels like I've falling in my 6ft hole.
I hope good things come from which I ripped out.
I long for the bright light like the shadow longed for me.
I think to my self Am I a shadow too? is that what I am?
But still I wait in the middle of my canvas where I plea.
I wait for someone to take a interest on me.
I wait for someone to invest on what I am.
I wait for someone to finish my canvas off.
I wait for someone to actually give a damn.
So I'm left by my self.
Till that day comes.
Left with shadows.
For ever beating drums.
My emotions are misted away.
In to the corner where I feel weak.
Once again in this bed where I lay.
I feel as if I'm a blank canvas.
People expect to see a work of art.
All they see is the dust that settled on top.
In this world all I do is play my little part.
There is only little parts painted on me.
Such as the shadow that's reaching out.
From the far left corner where I think.
But my mind seems to be full of doubt.
There's no use in believing again.
When you feel so defective and weak.
My emotion's have been crushed in to grains.
Finding the love I once had seems so bleak.
My heart feels like it beats for one thing.
To drag this shadow across my life.
Emotional scars slashed across my body.
Feels like I'll never gain a wife.
The corner, it calls for me again.
So dark and so cold where my thought wait.
Of hopeless dreams of wealth and love lay.
But this shadow took my smile and my fate.
So I lay in the middle of this canvas to see.
What will happen in this near future to me.
The shadow reaches to suck my soul.
So I hope for a bright light which to see.
I try to stand but with every move I ache.
So tired because of those hours I stayed awake.
The heavy feeling that makes my knees shake.
Ripping everything that feels oh so fake
I rip off my smile, my heart and my laugh.
I rip out my tongue my lungs and my voice.
I rip out my thoughts my eyes and my brain.
I leave them on the floor as my final choice.
And my shell heads to the shadow that longs for me.
To eat what remained of my sand grained soul.
But most of me, I left behind as I mindlessly walk.
As I enter it feels like I've falling in my 6ft hole.
I hope good things come from which I ripped out.
I long for the bright light like the shadow longed for me.
I think to my self Am I a shadow too? is that what I am?
But still I wait in the middle of my canvas where I plea.
I wait for someone to take a interest on me.
I wait for someone to invest on what I am.
I wait for someone to finish my canvas off.
I wait for someone to actually give a damn.
So I'm left by my self.
Till that day comes.
Left with shadows.
For ever beating drums.