Whoever knew what it was like to be...a book...lonely much?
..fiending for the librarians touch? O.o
I HOPE YOU FEEL THE WORDS FROM THIS LYRIC LIKE BRAILLE!
Time escapes us
While memories chase us
Reality shapes us,
But its dreams that make us
Time moves on and ive seen some wait for love
And some just wish love woulda waited for them
They on a search for themselves like burried gems
Wind floats past, and rain pours down
And day turns to night,so their flashlights come out
Dreams of the past make them yearn for the good
Memories that catch up and find them
Imperfectly painful timing
Slaps,bruises and punches that blind us
Reality and life are the stories that bind us
Together like sheets in books and binders
Careful with that turn!
..another page by your side
Theres more to learn book-wide.
'Tears'..not crying..but who 'rip'ped us
Don't abuse when you look..just listen
Fingerprints on my past.I leave you convicted
Only a short time,as 'sentence'
But the clock keeps tickin
So some tend to dream less
And on the shelf is where the rest of us rest ..
Gray hair on my cover
Just fibers and lint..
Seams broken, Parts missing, and pages are bent
But you can still learn,
get some knowledge out of me
Before im too faded..underused and unseen
Book covers cover me.
A dirty body covered with clothes new and clean?
And as abused as i seem..
I could prolly get a hand out,
If i throw myself on the floor as a kid skips about
And thats my only only hope
And that would be a dream
Wont you take me home...
Some pleasantness to read?
The most consciencest of dreams!
Until im gone forever
..Not referenceing my seams
And ima rare treasure
...theres not as many as it seems