Immortal
01-16-2001, 01:57 AM
title i'm hollow author zds date 1/15/01
i've let the wind blow through you for much too long, much too long
i write all day about you, i'm so wrong, i'm so wrong
about everything that's anything, something's always nowhere
anywhere is everywhere and nothingness is something less
than being there, being there..
just because i'm hollow doesn't mean that i won't drown
and if i was unfortunate, would i hear the sounds?
that you scream when you look at me, would they go away?
haunting me, destroying senses each and every day.
i write these things because you think these things
i'll cry if you make me. i'll die if you'd let me.
like the pains in my nose that won't simply go away
i'm stuck bleeding, yeah i'm bleeding, so much i can not do or say
what i'm meaning to, i'm meaning to tell you that everything's alright
that one day baby i'll hit the moon and never say goodnight
but first thing's first and i'll tell the tale
of how it'll never be. because being there, yeah being there,
something that we can't agree. on who it is, who it's not
finding out religions who've fought.
look at you, look at me. we belong together. you and him. not right at all.
just because i'm hollow doesn't mean that i won't drown
and if i was unfortunate, would i hear the sounds?
that you scream when you look at me, would they go away?
haunting me, destroying senses each and every day.
i've let the wind blow through you for much too long, much too long
i write all day about you, i'm so wrong, i'm so wrong
about everything that's anything, something's always nowhere
anywhere is everywhere and nothingness is something less
than being there, being there..
just because i'm hollow doesn't mean that i won't drown
and if i was unfortunate, would i hear the sounds?
that you scream when you look at me, would they go away?
haunting me, destroying senses each and every day.
i write these things because you think these things
i'll cry if you make me. i'll die if you'd let me.
like the pains in my nose that won't simply go away
i'm stuck bleeding, yeah i'm bleeding, so much i can not do or say
what i'm meaning to, i'm meaning to tell you that everything's alright
that one day baby i'll hit the moon and never say goodnight
but first thing's first and i'll tell the tale
of how it'll never be. because being there, yeah being there,
something that we can't agree. on who it is, who it's not
finding out religions who've fought.
look at you, look at me. we belong together. you and him. not right at all.
just because i'm hollow doesn't mean that i won't drown
and if i was unfortunate, would i hear the sounds?
that you scream when you look at me, would they go away?
haunting me, destroying senses each and every day.