Post by Cc on May 3, 2014 20:57:01 GMT -5
To be known is lonesome
To be alone is lonesome
Which would you rather know
Come now, pick your poison
Sitting around with the witty
Others dwell within your pity
Masked by your achievements they’ll change for you, regrettably
Or live beyond the blackness
To never hear what Happens
Like an echo
Consumed by sorrow; never happiness
To be invisible to the world
Whether you’re a boy or a girl
Confiding only in yourself
The likeliness of a pearl
To be known is lonesome
To be alone is lonesome
Which would you rather know
Come now, pick your poison
Your true identity, encased in gold
Known actually too little, but your personas so bold
Craving attention, never forgetting to mention
You want more REAL people; or so we’re told
They may be using you
Or is it you using them
But in the end
It’s the money that you spend
Still no word from Ms. Disturbed
Maybe she died but nobody heard
It wouldn’t surprise me------
That nobody heard, silent like a fallen feather of a molting bird
To be known is lonesome
To be alone is lonesome
Which would you rather know
Come now, pick your poison
No one ever sees me.
Yeah, well no one really knows me.
But at least they adore you.
I want to be like you.
I don’t know who to trust.
Yeah, well everyone who glanced at me dried up and turned to dust.
But at least you’re not followed.
Every move I make is modeled.
My soul is permanently tarnished and I..
Want to be like you.
Forgotten?
Forgotten.
Noticed?
Noticed.
Hated?
Loved?
Yes. Yes.
To be alone is lonesome
Which would you rather know
Come now, pick your poison
Sitting around with the witty
Others dwell within your pity
Masked by your achievements they’ll change for you, regrettably
Or live beyond the blackness
To never hear what Happens
Like an echo
Consumed by sorrow; never happiness
To be invisible to the world
Whether you’re a boy or a girl
Confiding only in yourself
The likeliness of a pearl
To be known is lonesome
To be alone is lonesome
Which would you rather know
Come now, pick your poison
Your true identity, encased in gold
Known actually too little, but your personas so bold
Craving attention, never forgetting to mention
You want more REAL people; or so we’re told
They may be using you
Or is it you using them
But in the end
It’s the money that you spend
Still no word from Ms. Disturbed
Maybe she died but nobody heard
It wouldn’t surprise me------
That nobody heard, silent like a fallen feather of a molting bird
To be known is lonesome
To be alone is lonesome
Which would you rather know
Come now, pick your poison
No one ever sees me.
Yeah, well no one really knows me.
But at least they adore you.
I want to be like you.
I don’t know who to trust.
Yeah, well everyone who glanced at me dried up and turned to dust.
But at least you’re not followed.
Every move I make is modeled.
My soul is permanently tarnished and I..
Want to be like you.
Forgotten?
Forgotten.
Noticed?
Noticed.
Hated?
Loved?
Yes. Yes.