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Description
Different bridge

Contrast of a different kind
trying to capture it all
before I run out of time
Complex yes
I am on a different side
of the bridge
I wish I could scream
like the unknown lover
how could they be so blind?

how could they throw it all away
it will never leave them
it is a disease
Its what they both need
and I will never be able to do anything to stop her
stop the spinstress from weaving her stories of lies
how dare she attempt to make me doubt something i have only
begun to believe in myself
and yet she has managed to engulf me
in the fog, sprouting from the river
under the bridge
tears streaming down my face
yes you know you got to me
what else could I do?
Im intoxicated on emotions
a filter I could have never known
this pain I feel is not my own
and yet I can not help but see
myself in their dreams
I am unable to hide
When I have struck the perfect cord
of discontent
I will not call out to you
I can never trust my thoughts
they have been altered
by an enemys' hand I shall never come in
contact with again
my heart turns to lead
I can almost feel it
with every beat
cut deep into my soul
it has shattered me beyound comprehension
I will never be the same again
forever the thought of the two outcasts
alone, so near to such a wonderful longing
so near and yet so far
please say there is a story after this one ends
please say they magically find each other
it is not that easy to close something like this.
I begin to write these words on my heart
it is the only way I will not feel guilt
at loving.
oh how could I continue on?

I can not believe
how happy i had felt before
only to be cast away
I want my tainted tale to continue
how else could I cry myself to sleep
without a story
which I am finally able to understand
this is my tainted fairy tale
and it will never be full again
I need to know that you believe in it
I need to know you found yourself a friend
I need to be able to believe
I cant stop this from happening and yet I must watch
again and again
I am drawn to the tragedy
is this how countless rejects fall asleep?
wondering if there only chance at happiness
is always on the other side
over the river, way too deep.
are we to be divided from their peers
hung above them like bait
I want to know what will happen to them
I need to know that they will make the difference
that they will be able to break past
this glass ceiling
you, you are perfect
is this how you get your kicks?
writing stories about the outcasts,
and how close they can come
only to be turned away
at the spark of happiness
I feel like I will never be able to smile again
once priding myself on never sheding a tear
seems foolish when I can almost feel myself
overthrown
by their prescence
I need you hear
I need to know that it will be ok
for them..
for us.
this shall be my final attempt
would I be able to turn my back
on something that meant so much to me
be able to convince myself
that this story isnt just in my head
there is no smile on my face
each moment I am listening
to yet another source of discontent
my signals are altered
I will never think it could have a happy ending
bred to think of prince charmings
but I dont want him!
I want someone to love me for who I am
my own mildy enticed imperfection
but now even the chance at a blackened ending
has been stolen away
under meaning
over meaning
there is no difference
even when you are dead and gone
for even when the soil is packed,
your story shall live on
next time please remember that

faced with the decision
of whether I truly belong
how could I have turned to her
when I knew it all along
so addicted to over analzye
so alive and yet so wrong

Description
Different bridge

Contrast of a different kind
trying to capture it all
before I run out of time
Complex yes
I am on a different side
of the bridge
I wish I could scream
like the unknown lover
how could they be so blind?

how could they throw it all away
it will never leave them
it is a disease
Its what they both need
and I will never be able to do anything to stop her
stop the spinstress from weaving her stories of lies
how dare she attempt to make me doubt something i have only
begun to believe in myself
and yet she has managed to engulf me
in the fog, sprouting from the river
under the bridge
tears streaming down my face
yes you know you got to me
what else could I do?
Im intoxicated on emotions
a filter I could have never known
this pain I feel is not my own
and yet I can not help but see
myself in their dreams
I am unable to hide
When I have struck the perfect cord
of discontent
I will not call out to you
I can never trust my thoughts
they have been altered
by an enemys' hand I shall never come in
contact with again
my heart turns to lead
I can almost feel it
with every beat
cut deep into my soul
it has shattered me beyound comprehension
I will never be the same again
forever the thought of the two outcasts
alone, so near to such a wonderful longing
so near and yet so far
please say there is a story after this one ends
please say they magically find each other
it is not that easy to close something like this.
I begin to write these words on my heart
it is the only way I will not feel guilt
at loving.
oh how could I continue on?

I can not believe
how happy i had felt before
only to be cast away
I want my tainted tale to continue
how else could I cry myself to sleep
without a story
which I am finally able to understand
this is my tainted fairy tale
and it will never be full again
I need to know that you believe in it
I need to know you found yourself a friend
I need to be able to believe
I cant stop this from happening and yet I must watch
again and again
I am drawn to the tragedy
is this how countless rejects fall asleep?
wondering if there only chance at happiness
is always on the other side
over the river, way too deep.
are we to be divided from their peers
hung above them like bait
I want to know what will happen to them
I need to know that they will make the difference
that they will be able to break past
this glass ceiling
you, you are perfect
is this how you get your kicks?
writing stories about the outcasts,
and how close they can come
only to be turned away
at the spark of happiness
I feel like I will never be able to smile again
once priding myself on never sheding a tear
seems foolish when I can almost feel myself
overthrown
by their prescence
I need you hear
I need to know that it will be ok
for them..
for us.
this shall be my final attempt
would I be able to turn my back
on something that meant so much to me
be able to convince myself
that this story isnt just in my head
there is no smile on my face
each moment I am listening
to yet another source of discontent
my signals are altered
I will never think it could have a happy ending
bred to think of prince charmings
but I dont want him!
I want someone to love me for who I am
my own mildy enticed imperfection
but now even the chance at a blackened ending
has been stolen away
under meaning
over meaning
there is no difference
even when you are dead and gone
for even when the soil is packed,
your story shall live on
next time please remember that

faced with the decision
of whether I truly belong
how could I have turned to her
when I knew it all along
so addicted to over analzye
so alive and yet so wrong