my life in italics too much, too late well, i heard that you got me a birthday card.. but my mailbox still stays empty to go with the empty seat of my car. and i heard that you got things to say to me. i was always good at listening, yet i haven't heard you speak to me. and i havent heard you cry in awhile, and i don't know if i want to. it wasn't me. it wasn't really me announcing that i just don't care about anything. i'm not afraid, i simply don't want to bother with my life right now, and all its lifelessness. and i know somthing's going to break this time. could it be the sun in my chest or the cloud inside my skull. or maybe the diamonds in my eyes that i just can't seem to find. if i could find the road i've paved, there's still a chance that i can be saved. too much. we almost built a home, and now its somewhere i won't go. too much, too late. you used to be my home, and now you're someone i don't know. too much, too late. * |