What I dream of is a blue house on a tall, secluded cliff,
Where I live together with you.
We could sit and watch the rushing water dance below our feet.
But some times I feel it would have been better if we never met,
It wouldn't of hurt so much.
and even now I'm thinking about leaving you.
But you are like my dream,
I reach for you with both hands,
But continuously you slip through my saking fingers.
You remind me of rushing water,
Calm and serene one moment in life,
Wild and uncontainable the next.
And just like water...
No matter how much I want to hold you,
You always drip through my cupped hands.
You're the fish swimming
I look around unto the world I have been born into.
All looked blissful and innocent, but appearences are deciving.
Once ripped of it's beautiful covers, the world is cold and dead.
Much ilke words lovers share.
What was once full of passion, now falls lifeless as memories in the back of our minds.
The only life left in our world are expressions based on lies.
No more heartfelt words, how can they be felt when you lack a heart.
How can one live a life, when there is no reason to live it.
Why would one want to eat, when flavours only hide unhealthy pleasure;
In turn, the same can be said for the heart.
We long for what we can not hav