Drifting Into Amazing
The ink expresses my feelings, on life, love and why
No one seems to pay attention unless I sing or cry
Will I always have a song to sing, or a melody to carry?
Do these words really mean anything, or am I just sitting here staring at nothing
You---you're amazing
You're the song I sing
You're my everything
You---you created me
From the day I breathed, you loved me
And I see you in all things, and I know you'll always be
To the guitar in my hand, to the people I can't stand
To all the things that my blind eyes can see...it's all about you
What happens when everything's empty
The void is growing deep
And no one stays awake to listen, they just smile, then fall asleep...