seasiren717

How in the world do people expect you to do a commission for them when they cant even give you any guidelines... I'm told I have the freedom to create whatever I want...Then I create something and I get "Oh, well, that's nice..but it really doesn't fit our band's style"....Okay, then give me some frickin' idea of what you want...instead of being completely vague and failing to communicate...I cant help you if you don't help me. (END RANT)

It's hard for me to say what I want from You I have had 22 years of Trying to form the words that somehow Might mean I am feeling So many colors in this distraction Brown hair makes her lips more red Words would not describe what I'm seeing I try to hold my tongue, but it's useless She makes my heart scream color I know by now she should have found me out Every sense I have has been exhausted But color makes her smile She's always waiting for me to speak But all she hears is whitest noise Though I may not communicate my Heart she knows the color I'm screaming She makes my heart scream color I know by now she should have found

Many's the time I ran with you down The rainy roads of our old town Many the lives we lived in each day And buried all together Don't laugh at me Don't look away You'll follow me back With the sun in your eyes And on your own Bedshaped and legs of stone You'll knock on my door And up we'll go In white light I don't think so But what do I know? What do I know? I know I know you think I'm holding you down And I've fallen by the wayside now And I don't understand the same things as you But I do Don't laugh at me Don't look away You'll follow me back With the sun in your eyes And on your own Bedshaped, two legs of ston