A Newfound Religion

The way the streets begin to glow 
As the moon shines bright above my head
It's a new kind of imagery that I've kind of gotten used to
Cause in the day, I never make it out of bed
Two steps away from a window
I see the world spin around 
And in two seconds I get so sick
Of all the thoughts that bring me down
I guess sometimes I think about
What everyone is thinking about when no ones around
But we're all talk, and we love talking to ourselves out loud
It's what's becoming of us, 
We'd rather stand in the rain and rust. 
It's become a newfound religion
Seeing everyone that I used to know 
Go away and come back sadder than before
Those eyes are hollow as the day you were born
But they see everything that I've chose to ignore
I guess sometimes I think about 
What everyone is thinking about when no ones around
But we're all talk, and we love talking to ourselves out loud. 
It's what's becoming of us.
I'd rather sit back and drink away my mind
But then I go and think of the times I've wasted time
I guess there's no escape for the ones
With too much to think about. 
It's a newfound religion
Seeing everyone I used to know 
Becoming ghosts of who they were
But they're still up to their old tricks
They're just not as happy as they were
And I'm not satisfied with simple things
I'd rather cut my skin on a diamond ring
If it will make me bleed. 
If it will make me feel alive. 
It's all I've got. 
Two steps away from the window
I see the world spin around
And in two seconds I lose my mind
To all the thoughts that bring me down

Reviews

[pastors03]

It really is what everyone thinks about when no one's around; and I too want to lose or loose my mind. Very Good.