Post by Naia Athelas on Jun 16, 2005 16:34:52 GMT -4
Why does everything have to change?
I don’t want things to change, I want them to be the way they’ve always been.
I know time must go on… I know it always does. But why does everything change…
I wish my sis could stay with me and that flowers would have to die, but I know that will never happen and I accept it. I have no choice. If I did, nothing would change and she would stay and we could pick flower from the summer 2003 every day.
We could pick harebells and clovers and mix them with marguerites, make the biggest bouquet we have ever seen. You can pick the red ones and I’ll take the blue and then we’ll meet in the field and put them together as the best of friends I thought we were.
Suddenly I’m all alone in the field. All alone when you leave, to build up a life somewhere else, somewhere with out me. You turn your back on me and all my flowers die.
The hummingbirds in the end of the field, sitting in the hazel bushes, turn into crows, big black crows, laughing all they can. Pointing their fingers at me and whispering about you leaving me. Their voices get caught by the wind and it flies high, surrounding me from all around, no way to turn, no where to hide.
Darkness falls. Shadows grow. Closing in on me and threaten to choke me if I don’t run.
- Run for the wood
- Run for the wood
I can hear their evil voices screaming at me, haunting me, hunting me.
- Run for the forest
- Run for the forest
I run and run, until the sun rises but I’ll find no where to hide, no where safe, no where secure enough to stay and catch my breath.
No where I can belong, be apart of the already existing, and feel home.
I am lost in field, looking for exit-doors where there are none to find. For ways out that doesn’t exist.
All the dead flowers around me, memories of a lost time, memorials over dreams that never came true, that became false hope of a world that didn’t change.
Why does everything have to change?
I don’t want it to change.
… I don’t… want it... to change…
I don’t want things to change, I want them to be the way they’ve always been.
I know time must go on… I know it always does. But why does everything change…
I wish my sis could stay with me and that flowers would have to die, but I know that will never happen and I accept it. I have no choice. If I did, nothing would change and she would stay and we could pick flower from the summer 2003 every day.
We could pick harebells and clovers and mix them with marguerites, make the biggest bouquet we have ever seen. You can pick the red ones and I’ll take the blue and then we’ll meet in the field and put them together as the best of friends I thought we were.
Suddenly I’m all alone in the field. All alone when you leave, to build up a life somewhere else, somewhere with out me. You turn your back on me and all my flowers die.
The hummingbirds in the end of the field, sitting in the hazel bushes, turn into crows, big black crows, laughing all they can. Pointing their fingers at me and whispering about you leaving me. Their voices get caught by the wind and it flies high, surrounding me from all around, no way to turn, no where to hide.
Darkness falls. Shadows grow. Closing in on me and threaten to choke me if I don’t run.
- Run for the wood
- Run for the wood
I can hear their evil voices screaming at me, haunting me, hunting me.
- Run for the forest
- Run for the forest
I run and run, until the sun rises but I’ll find no where to hide, no where safe, no where secure enough to stay and catch my breath.
No where I can belong, be apart of the already existing, and feel home.
I am lost in field, looking for exit-doors where there are none to find. For ways out that doesn’t exist.
All the dead flowers around me, memories of a lost time, memorials over dreams that never came true, that became false hope of a world that didn’t change.
Why does everything have to change?
I don’t want it to change.
… I don’t… want it... to change…