Boulevard of Broken Dreams

Haunted by what is Wanted

Sometimes I look... Up to the skies and I... don't know what I'm thinking. I know I've got an idea in the palm of my hand but I can't quite grip into it. And sometimes I can't seem to put my feet on the ground...

My life gets so confused and I lose myself in one moment then don't understand why I'm so cast away... My deepest thoughts are locked down so I can't feel them. I'm safer that way....

Cried myself to sleep again last night.... All the time... every second I feel as if it would be easier on peope if I just didn't exist. People think they know me, then flaunt it just to spite me.... Though they used to turn around, they can't see what I've seen.... Never can never would even if deep dpwn they wanted to understand. I won't let people in any more.... I Guess it's MY weakness.... I hate to be weak but sometimes.... I just can't help the way I act.... And I can't help the way others decide to react either....