Where is the man inside?
Where in the hell did he decide to hide?
I looked through every word I wrote
And every line I drew
I looked in every brush stroke
But I could not find the guy I knew
Not in these old emotions
For theyre just history
After thinking for a while
It became clear to me
What was hard to find
Was so easy to see
It wasnt in the old
But it was in the new
I starting drawing
And it was in every line I drew
For every mark I make
Is how I express my feelings
And sometimes it helps
With things that need healing
But most of all
The guy who likes to hide
Lets out things
That are buried deep inside
Where in the hell did he decide to hide?
I looked through every word I wrote
And every line I drew
I looked in every brush stroke
But I could not find the guy I knew
Not in these old emotions
For theyre just history
After thinking for a while
It became clear to me
What was hard to find
Was so easy to see
It wasnt in the old
But it was in the new
I starting drawing
And it was in every line I drew
For every mark I make
Is how I express my feelings
And sometimes it helps
With things that need healing
But most of all
The guy who likes to hide
Lets out things
That are buried deep inside
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just had to get some stuff out of me...
i really hope you keep writing as well...i really enjoy reading it.
I've never been in your situation, as far not knowing ones self, but it might be because I'm not as introspective as I should be...Your confusion is probably much more healthier than my lax attitude...You know I'm always here if you need to talk to someone...