Expiremental song... alternative/rap... emotional stuff.
mytch shawn mitchell hip
Lyrics
I don't know, I don't care,
I just the want to breathe air
It's about love, it's about insanity,
And all my damn vanity,
It's about time, and the moments that I lost,
Could I see you one more time, what lines did I cross,
It's about pain, and standin' in the rain,
The poetry I write, and the risk of the game,
It's about the rose, I wanted to give you,
But I threw it away, along with the note too,
And the written words, that I breathe tonight,
In my own winter, a seed of might,
Fails to grow, and I know, I know, I know,
That I'm here - alone, and I know it and hurts,
And hurts, and it hurts, and I can't stop thinking about the hurt
It's going for eternity, not slowing for emergencies,
And I hate it when people say I should've done this,
And I should've done that, I would've done that,
But I couldn't get pass the fact,
That I didn't know how you would react,
Everything in life is framed into my mind,
Slow motion disaster, and yet everything out of line,
I'm goin' out everyday, pretending everything is fine,
It's about pain, and standin' in the rain,
The poetry I write, and the risk of the game,
It's about the rose, I wanted to give you,
But I threw it away, along with the note too,
Is a broken heart, half filled, or half empty,
Can you talk about love, and answer simply,
What do you, when you're a stranger to your own feelings,
It's kinda like business, how are you dealing,
Tonight I gave up, another lost chance,
How can I hurt so bad, if I knew it in advance,
It's about you, and the time I spent with you,
And the nostalgia too, memories pasted together, held so true,
The yearbook of our lives, when you reflect within a puddle,
Ask yourself, how did you survive,
Make it through the obstacles, and all the damn lies
It's like,
I can't love you, can't hate you, can't be the guy you want,
'cause I… can't be the person, I always wanted to be,
Always wanted to see, I like you, I need you, selfishly
It's about life, but I'd be lyin' if it weren't about death,
Weren't about bullets, mentally dropping from my chest,
And I can't help, (can't help), but be a little a lost,
My life is the hands of a 50-50 toss
Nothing is real so it seems, uh huh
But I touch and I feel, like the dreams uh huh
It's about pain, and standin' in the rain,
The poetry I write, and the risk of the game,
It's about the rose, I wanted to give you,
But I threw it away, along with the note too,
Look at the stars, for a celestial light,
The past time, and future, a pedestal of might,
The angel silouhette that outlines your figure,
Dream about tommorrow, right after I look at the picture,
Of you and me, moment, a quantum mixture,
And the mist, that covers me like a blanket,
Not near as soft as ya touch, hell I just fainted,
When I go to sleep, I'm teary-eyed-tainted,
Wipe the crystals away, like the life I've painted
Don't wanna push you - don't wanna pull you,
I'm tryin' to get by, not tryna fool you,
Pass the doors, I could never open,
But you have a piece of my heart, that's already broken,
Take care of what you have, keep the words that are unspoken
Lookin' the scrapbook, through the wonder years,
Can't help but notice, all the fallen tears,
It's kinda cliché, but we're made of these fears,
Of losin' one another, choosin' the other,
The choice of mistake, the choice of a break,
Would you make that choice, for both our sake.