clique

 
interesting take on saying goodbye
when you are holding onto lost dreams
hello seems so wrong when I see you fade into the mist

It was dark out and I watched you leave
but my heart won't accept it
the darkness swallowed you
and I wept in regret I knew you wouldn't return

the fog covered my soul and I grieved alone
you are my last love I won't tumble again
into a need where I desire a person who gets me

no one ever does
and my pain is due his reward for his fair warning
losing myself to someone is hurtful

I need a companion
perhaps a visitor once a week
asking for more than that is foolish

we go around in circles
loving each other then hating one another
I guess that's the way it is

a push-and-pull situation
I stay quiet when I'm not feeling you
better than displaced anger

something you said triggered me
so I assume it's inside of me
insulted silence I don't think you get me

saying hurtful words causes sorrowful pain
then full-force anger
raging words that inflict damage

I mean I don't need a knife to cut you
my tongue is the sharpest weapon I own
tempting me to talk

the darkness comes slipping through
and still, I'm holding back
biting my tongue

I hope I'm wrong about you
that you don't need the packs' approval
to get the person that I am
cos I've never been part of the clique

I enjoy being myself too much
I don't want to check with someone first
to see if what I'm writing is okay with them

yeah popularity feels good
but sticking to a genre is boring
and I can't do it