Staring down or maybe staring through
I'm waiting on this false hope,
I don't know if it'll come true.
Contrasts come into focus,
sometimes my eyes see more than they want to.
But my heart feels more, pours emotion
into every thought that I see and know to be true.
So why am I still waiting? For what? That?
For things to change back, if they do they won't ever be the same,
not like the past.
I can't bear to imagine what would happen if everything I have left vanished.
Blown away like a desolate breeze with grayness and shadows befalling me.
So what am I to do?
Stare down, or stare through?
I'm waiting on this false hope,
I don't know if it'll come true.
Contrasts come into focus,
sometimes my eyes see more than they want to.
But my heart feels more, pours emotion
into every thought that I see and know to be true.
So why am I still waiting? For what? That?
For things to change back, if they do they won't ever be the same,
not like the past.
I can't bear to imagine what would happen if everything I have left vanished.
Blown away like a desolate breeze with grayness and shadows befalling me.
So what am I to do?
Stare down, or stare through?
