novajade

Just felt like writing.

Putting fingers to keys it all bleeds from within me
paying my dues then I cry cause i'm empty
at least I have you you help me feel much better
when I wake from my sleep maybe we'll both remember

talking to myself hear the birds out the window
they all sound like they're mad as they're trying to fly home
but they'll never make it cause it's much too windy
then we'll bury their bones and we'll laugh accidently

maybe tomorrow is truly a new day
or maybe it's not cause it feels like the same day
either way we all know we can't change it
so we may as well just lay back and await it

so put on your sweater you know that it's coming
and if you aren't prepared you'll get knocked off your runway
then when you fall they'll all laugh but it's nothing
cause you're just another broken little plaything

P.S. in case you missed my last blog i'm thinking about changing my hair up a bit. I want to keep my length but style it a little differently and color it. I can't do anything too crazy because of my job, but i'm a big fan of bright colors...any ideas?