Crumbling noises from the broken ceiling
with open window patches of strong wind
the calm noise of my old computer is running
leaves me no chance to think of anything
sitting still from day and night
trying to come up with that perfect love story
only to find my ideas escaping from me
will the darkness not give me peace?
my story is about "me"
about the hero that saves a beauty
everyone loves such a story
when their life doesn't allow them to live their dream?
note after notes that goes flying
my name is constantly being repeated
as it only reminds me of my own tragic love story
how things turned the way it wasn't suppose to be
my name is "Simon J. Poe"
I'm trying my best to write a good story
but it only makes me drink more than before
thinking about the things that fell so short
indeed there was a beauty in my life
but fate and destiny played it's greatest tricks on me
guiding me down a path that leads no where
dark heart tainted my ideas of this nightmare
unable to write now
because it's all just a fools dream
writing a story about someone i loved long ago
but the hole will never be filled again like before
may the day come again
when sun shines and darkness withers away
I'll try to forget that age old story
of the girl that was here before me
the words slowly start flowing before me now
