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Saturday, July 14, 2007


What's Really There
i'm so confused about things
and i don't know what to do
and i'm always happy to say
that when i'm scared i turn to you.

but sometimes you are not home
and sometimes you're not here
sometimes i wish i had your sleeve
to brush away that tear.

i feel so shallow writing this
but it's all that i can say
and i wish i knew somehow to talk
other than this way.

i just can't express my feelings
no, i don't know what to do
and that is why, my dearest friend,
when i'm scared i turn to you.

i moved from what i call home
and i have no place "to be"
i wish i had a real home
and i wish i still knew me.

God knows, i need some comfort
or at least a helping hand
but if God gives me no feet
how am i to learn to stand ?

so i just want to tell you
that i know and hear you out
i want to let you know
that I know what "it's" about.

but sometimes you know i'm not home
and sometimes i can't be here
sometimes i wish i could give you my sleeve
to whipe away that tear.

whenever you need a friend,
that is loyal, that is true,
i hope you reach to talk to me
and i hope you know

i'm here for you.

-Miss May-

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