Just sitting at the computer
It appears nighttime has fallen.
Stay true to wasted days.
Listen softly someone is callen,
trying to find their way through the haze.
Life seems one big performance,
with a strange off beat melody,
canít choose with who you dance,
and tomorrowís tales are yet a memory.
Sometimes see you when Iím sleeping,
haunted by the twinkle in your eyes.
I often have thoughts of leaping,
right off the bridge to clearer skies.
I wish there was someway of going,
where love didnít have to fade,
but I havenít a way of knowing,
the grave where that knowledge is laid.
Wish I could tell you,
that youíd always get your dreams.
But Iím afraid dreams donít always come true,
and Fate is not as gentle as she seems.
understanding is misunderstood