Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Night time

I like talking on the phone all night 
Not because the one im talking to gives me butterflies 
Not because she makes me feel comfort
But because if I'm not on the phone I find myself staring at walls ,
thinking of empty halls 
Sometimes I spend nights just hoping someone calls 
When there's no one to Chanel my thoughts im alone. 
If anyone knew the things they say 
The things my thoughts say 
It makes me seem crazy and I'm not 
I'm perfectly fine when I'm not in thought  
Sometimes I just press control/alt 
Time to delete

Sections of my brain making me go insane 
I don't know if it's something I can tame 
And when she falls asleep before me
I become forced to talk to them 
See I need to talk to my thoughts sometimes 
But I don't always like what they have to say 
They scratch on my door until I let them in 
This thing ain't  no play pretend
So she forces me to be lonely 
That's not the only time I will be 
When she realizes I'm crazy 
She'll leave me 
Because in nice words "I see things differently"
But it's not the way I see things it's just my thoughts
I guess I can't share them 
So this is another time I'll have to press control/Alt.