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there's a closet i must open, full of emotion this complication in me is unfoldin - holdin my soul in a web of dreams, unagressively i almost panic with multiple indescretions a woman i've never touched, never smelled still, i feel the feelings of her uncontrollably well i remenisce on the passed that we had now i'm mad i should have held on longer, now i've shit of this to grasp even though it's still friendly, opposes if only she'd notice that i'm still in the hole i was in once we'd chosen to be lifted by eachother - both minds were consistent we'd idealize eachother through undying conflict she was amazingly beautiful, both inside and out we were so close, so pure, but now, as focus confirms i've lost every chance i had - lend it to the control of the terms that i made with her somebody tell me why i was selfish she drew out anger and sadness, and i'll be damned, cause i feel it how could i say it - the words that i mean how much in little syllables of what this girl means to me the world couldn't see it, but i'd only want her i think about it everytime that i wanna call her so far away, yet not as devastating a fact i'm a man, i can move, and for her, i'd do just that but as time ticks, all i see in the making is her happy home with somebody else she's embracing i know that i've got a hold of atleast friendship but what could it have been if i never had ended this? she could look in the mirror each day and just bet that these words couldn't be about her instead, she'd only wish ~tim aka TP |
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So by now, we've all heard of Tim, the man responsible for turning me into the music junkie I am now. We used to be very, very close - still are when we get to talk - but, over the passed two years, we've lost touch. I was madly in love with him (or had quite the impressive crush on him) for YEARS but he never seemed as interested as I was in pursuing a relationship. I figured it was because he knew it'd be bad for business and the relationship we had in our music. After a while, I started seeing Steven. Tim was always there for every little tiff we got into - kind of a mediator for Steven and I. Recently, he sent me these lyrics. Nothing else - no explenation, no title, no reason - just these words. And, oh! How these words have left me guessing... |
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