I've done it again, I've tried resisting the urge
but the anger took over and won
so did the brick wall that shattered another knuckle
How many times have I been through this
Only twice, hopefully this is the last time
I can't bear for her to see my face steaming
I can't bear everyday for myself to see her give me the saddest look that rips me in half
I can't bear to see the look in her eyes...
I might as well be a shadow under the sun
Let this pass but only music can bring me out of this trance like state
Cause I refuse to let anything else to try and shape me
even though I let a wall shape my hand and a girl shape my heart
Shield her eyes, I could try but I wouldn't succeed
She's concerned, she's mad; I'm reckless but not careless
I didn't want a fight, just something to hit
but I didn't want her to see me boasting my pain
I didn't want her to see the steam pour from my skin
I didn't want her to see the look in my eyes
So I avoided hers which I felt watching me
I'm physically and mentally tired because I waited up all night to show her my world
a great accomplishment I would call it but it was only something minor
Too bad she has to be where she is right now
cause I need a wave of calm, I'm too tightly wound
Sorry Trapt, I needed that analogy since this headache is keeping away all my creativity
The only thing left to say
I can never let a wall shape my fist again
cause that same wall that won against my fists
would dig a trench in me and root a wall inbetween me
and that earthly star that I have to forcibly leave at 3: 40 pm
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem