THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...)
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sitting here bleeding
angst growing dire
blood pressure threatening
to put out the fire
for good and forever
till death do us part
sitting here alone making
promises to my heart
please don't explode
I'll find someone soon
you won't be alone
to stare at the moon and
give into the night
of endless despair
and infinite stress
that says just don't care
it's a song for my heart
when the pressure gets deep
and the tension builds up
and it won't let me sleep
it's a song for my soul
when it calls me to leave
this mortal space
a last chance to believe
that there's a point to this
thng called life and time
and I shouldnt give up
as long as I can rhyme
there's a reason I'm sitting
here wasting away
waiting for someone to see
through the mask of today
I'm in here under hair
behind a mask of doubt
in the dark of despair
as if I can't come out
I look down and dirty
undesireably poor
cuz I don't want to attract
false friends anymore
so they leave me alone
with their noses held high
and I watch them look away
as they quickly wailk by
and though I am lonely
and still aching to share
I am happier this way
wishing someone would care
cuz I'd rather be alone
wishing someone would care
then sharing with someone means
pretending someone cares
but to maintain this disguise
of diminished awareness
I must waste away physically
keep a low profile
and this energy level
is physically careless
not to mention unhealthy
and just not my style
so few will understand this
for so few have been there
for how is one to sing
a song one can not hear
I left to return to
a plane of doubt and fear
for that is where everyone
seems to be around here
but it is not me
so I'm still alone
deep in misery
wasting all my own
feeding apathy
sleeping on my feet
so low energy
being incomplete
A Song No One Can Hear
Ric Candor ©2000
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