I'm holding on to white balloons,
Up against a sky of doom,
Tell me you see them.
Cause what's inside of me is invisible to most,
Even in clear view.
I'm sending out a signal to the possibility of you,
Cause right at this moment,
I know you're connected to a part of me, that I don't even know myself.
The changes in me, are likely to be like the weather.
Stormy and clear, strength into fear bound together.
But i'll break my silence, if I believed that you and me, could ever be more than just what's been behind us.
I tried and left, they came and went, I got rejected out again.
But no one believes me.
I've worn a hundred faces of the character replacements and now,
Nobody sees me.
The changes in me, are likely to be like the weather.
Cloudy at best...
~White Balloons - Sick Puppies
Timer is waaaayyyy off I went to dinner and left this open. =3
I hate doing clouds.... with a passion.....







