Post by Skyler Striker on Jul 8, 2007 9:31:14 GMT -5
A tired heart, a tortured soul
Regret,
Pumping through a bloodstream of love
Simple wishes come first,
Why didn’t we ask the other first?
Questions are made to be answered
And answers are made to be given.
I guess my curiosity was killed.
Find me now, within myself
Beauty,
Running through my photo album
Or at least the last week anyway.
It’s too painful for me to think of time
As time thinks it’s too painful to see me
And I’m forced to wait another agonizing day
Trying to sustain myself with thoughts
Of a distant friend.
A tortured heart, a tired soul
Enthusiasm
Waiting to be found
In life’s treasure hunt.
Coming in first place
As I run a steady second.
My softened senses tell me
That She’s waiting –
just
like
you.
Regret,
Pumping through a bloodstream of love
Simple wishes come first,
Why didn’t we ask the other first?
Questions are made to be answered
And answers are made to be given.
I guess my curiosity was killed.
Find me now, within myself
Beauty,
Running through my photo album
Or at least the last week anyway.
It’s too painful for me to think of time
As time thinks it’s too painful to see me
And I’m forced to wait another agonizing day
Trying to sustain myself with thoughts
Of a distant friend.
A tortured heart, a tired soul
Enthusiasm
Waiting to be found
In life’s treasure hunt.
Coming in first place
As I run a steady second.
My softened senses tell me
That She’s waiting –
just
like
you.
