Saturday, February 05, 2005

lesson #62: my plastic smile

Once again dissatisfaction sinks in. I'm feeling suffocated. Surrounded within walls made of paper. So easy to break, yet once I rip them apart, will they ever stay the same? I can't write everything freely for fear of displeasing certain people, but it can be conveyed through this song someone close once sent to me.


I am a question to the world
Not an answer to be heard
Or a moment that's held in your arms


And what do you think you'd ever say
I won't listen anyway
You don't know me
And I'll never be what you want me to be


And I want a moment to be real
Wanna touch things I don't feel
Wanna hold on and feel I belong
And how can the world want me to change
They're the ones that stay the same
They don't know me
'Cause I'm not here


John Rzeznik -- I'm Still Here