th3ory
New member
As days go by
Emotions change
But certain thoughts
They never change
The minutes pass
The hours
The days
But certain moments
They just stay the same.
From good to bad
And bad to good
The paintings change
But not the frame
All is lost
Inside this hole
Hole of pain, of darkness, and cold
Its like a puzzle
Of identical squares
Too many ways
The shapes can be paired
And when your finished
It always seems
That the final result
Hasnt even changed.
Your back where you started
Trying to dust off the pain
But you cant figure out
how to washout the stain
the waters dirty
the cloth is dry
life stands still
and you start to cry
peaceful as a dove
but you can not fly
your locked in this moment
as life passes you by.
Emotions change
But certain thoughts
They never change
The minutes pass
The hours
The days
But certain moments
They just stay the same.
From good to bad
And bad to good
The paintings change
But not the frame
All is lost
Inside this hole
Hole of pain, of darkness, and cold
Its like a puzzle
Of identical squares
Too many ways
The shapes can be paired
And when your finished
It always seems
That the final result
Hasnt even changed.
Your back where you started
Trying to dust off the pain
But you cant figure out
how to washout the stain
the waters dirty
the cloth is dry
life stands still
and you start to cry
peaceful as a dove
but you can not fly
your locked in this moment
as life passes you by.
