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By acacia wilcoxen Submitted by unconditional Date: 2005 Nov 16 Comment on this Work [[2005.11.16.11.52.2931]] |
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Stairring at myself But my reflection I don't see I stair deep into water Who I see is not me His eyes are too dark I don't wear a smile I'm holding a book And that's not at all my style My head is what I'm holding up What you might call growing up Stair deep into the deepness Down in the deaphs of my heart Pick up the pieces of mind that were tore apart Who is this man Stairring back at me When I was a little boy looking in on my life This never did I see Now I'm drinking soul out of my body's cup What you might call growing up My smile's not always wide My heart's not always at ease Loves not all I see The hate makes my mind bleed Don't always expect kisses or Greetings with a hug Society has taught men to never show their love Stair deep like deep Deep like heat, that flows through me hold your head up, what you might call growing up. |