[A Dove is a Glove] In relation anything can be anything, looking at the world and people, every body's view is different and everchanging. No perspective is the same and who is to say that a dove is not a glove. whoever says that, let me mock you. I obviously feel differant about so many things than so many others do. Just by these words, the world could no longer make a bit of sense because one small (normally thought as wrong) thought now does make sense.
[That I wear in my heart] THAT (what I said before) is my scope of things, I wear it in my heart welcome to how i see it at this point in time.
[And though I like to dress smart it doesn't have any part of the world of fashion] From my window, I am doing everything right and correct, and i am the smartest one with a better head on my shoulder. but then again, no one else sees it in such a way.
[And your their to put me down and i'm sick of the frowns that follow me around] Now is this way i feel (on the otherside of things) (what i see as correct) worth it? {maybe} I'm sick of others putting me down.
[I would like the sky But there's no reason why] The sky, so simple, so beautiful, so easy to find joy in. I WOULD like it, but with the world the way it is (unable to calm and appreciate the sky), I can't.
[She'd say it in this world with the nose of a girl] This whole feeling of a song must have been personified to him through someone
[It's turned up so loud that you hear them resist the clouds] The false (or real, whichever way you see it) world is so loud, wrong, mislead, astray, that it resists what is right- beauty (clouds)-in this case- and the world is so misguided that it hurts itself by resisting what is right( what he sees as right or good)
[I've never been here And know you're physically here] I feel like i never have before, Your not on the same level as me. you (the world) are so distant from the level of thought, spirit, mind, thought, etc... and i see that you are only physical
[You're pushing me away To decay like the day that I loved] The way I feel ( which is right to me) is being suppressed and i'm dieing like the day, the sky, the clouds that you fail to see with your physical eyes.
[There is a girl blabbing nothing outside my window] The way of life i oppose is shouting idiocy.
[What do I have to show] What do i have to show to you, so that you see everything that i believe.
[To a world that the only way to destroy Is to die like a baby boy?] There IS nothing i can show to this world to destroy what is wrong. I can now only die to rid my rightous (fresh new just have seen the light, baby boy) self of this harming life that would kill such a baby boy
I could be happy in infinity
Of the space of my eyelid
But I know I'm somewhere else
Where the words on this page
Will be the scribbling nonsense they are
And it would be real
And I eat my last meal
Wish here I could feel
But now I don't even know
If I'm Real!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[A Dove is a Glove] In relation anything can be anything, looking at the world and people, every body's view is different and everchanging. No perspective is the same and who is to say that a dove is not a glove. whoever says that, let me mock you. I obviously feel differant about so many things than so many others do. Just by these words, the world could no longer make a bit of sense because one small (normally thought as wrong) thought now does make sense.
[That I wear in my heart] THAT (what I said before) is my scope of things, I wear it in my heart welcome to how i see it at this point in time.
[And though I like to dress smart it doesn't have any part of the world of fashion] From my window, I am doing everything right and correct, and i am the smartest one with a better head on my shoulder. but then again, no one else sees it in such a way.
[And your their to put me down and i'm sick of the frowns that follow me around] Now is this way i feel (on the otherside of things) (what i see as correct) worth it? {maybe} I'm sick of others putting me down.
[I would like the sky But there's no reason why] The sky, so simple, so beautiful, so easy to find joy in. I WOULD like it, but with the world the way it is (unable to calm and appreciate the sky), I can't.
[She'd say it in this world with the nose of a girl] This whole feeling of a song must have been personified to him through someone
[It's turned up so loud that you hear them resist the clouds] The false (or real, whichever way you see it) world is so loud, wrong, mislead, astray, that it resists what is right- beauty (clouds)-in this case- and the world is so misguided that it hurts itself by resisting what is right( what he sees as right or good)
[I've never been here And know you're physically here] I feel like i never have before, Your not on the same level as me. you (the world) are so distant from the level of thought, spirit, mind, thought, etc... and i see that you are only physical
[You're pushing me away To decay like the day that I loved] The way I feel ( which is right to me) is being suppressed and i'm dieing like the day, the sky, the clouds that you fail to see with your physical eyes.
[There is a girl blabbing nothing outside my window] The way of life i oppose is shouting idiocy.
[What do I have to show] What do i have to show to you, so that you see everything that i believe.
[To a world that the only way to destroy Is to die like a baby boy?] There IS nothing i can show to this world to destroy what is wrong. I can now only die to rid my rightous (fresh new just have seen the light, baby boy) self of this harming life that would kill such a baby boy
I could be happy in infinity Of the space of my eyelid But I know I'm somewhere else Where the words on this page Will be the scribbling nonsense they are And it would be real And I eat my last meal Wish here I could feel But now I don't even know If I'm Real!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!