Mongoloids Faithful Disguise
Holding on as tight as I can as you slip right through my
hands. In search of solid ground but theres none to be
found. A book so hard to read your pages stricken with
disease. I face it everyday.....everyday. I know it's
hard sometimes to convey who you truly are a ghost lost
in so many hearts. Faithful was only a disguise pulling
the wall right over my eyes so lost in the feeling of
wanting something more I forget what it is I came here
for. Hiding behind whatever I can so afraid to stand.
Distance seems to do me good when all I want is to be
closer to you. The words have lost all meaning a sort of
torture I'm used to feeling. Drag my broken body hold me
so very closely