Some words that inspire me:
What If By Emilie Autumn
Here you sit in your high-backed chairWonder how the view is from thereI wouldn’t know ’cause I like to sitUpon the floor, yeah upon the floorIf you like we could play a gameLet’s pretend that we are the sameBut you will have to look much closerThan you do, closer than you doAnd I’m far too tired to stay here anymoreAnd I don’t care what you think anyway‘Cause I think you were wrong about meYeah what if you were, what if you wereAnd what if I’m a snowstorm burningWhat if I’m a world unturningWhat if I’m an ocean, far too shallow, much too deepWhat if I’m the kindest demonSomething you may not believe inWhat if I’m a siren singing gentlemen to sleep
I know you’ve got it figured outTell me what I am all aboutAnd I just might learn a thing or twoHundred about you, maybe about youI’m the end of your telescopeI don’t change just to suit your vision‘Cause I am bound by a fraying ropeAround my hands, tied around my handsAnd you close your eyes when I say I’m breaking freeAnd put your hands over both your earsBecause you cannot stand to believe I’m notThe perfect girl you thoughtWell what have I got to loseAnd what if I’m a weeping willowLaughing tears upon my pillowWhat if I’m a socialite who wants to be aloneWhat if I’m a toothless leopardWhat if I’m a sheepless shepherdWhat if I’m an angel without wings to take me home
You don’t know meNever will, never willI’m outside your picture frameAnd the glass is breaking nowYou can’t see meNever will, never willIf you’re never gonna seeWhat if I’m a crowded desertToo much pain with little pleasureWhat if I’m the nicest place you never want to goWhat if I don’t know who I amWill that keep us both from tryingTo find out and when you haveBe sure to let me knowWhat if I’m a snowstorm burningWhat if I’m a world unturningWhat if I’m an ocean, far too shallow, much too deepWhat if I’m the kindest demonSomething you may not believe inWhat if I’m a siren singing gentlemen to sleepSleep…Sleep…
Here you sit in your high-backed chairWonder how the view is from thereI wouldn’t know ’cause I like to sitUpon the floor, yeah upon the floorIf you like we could play a gameLet’s pretend that we are the sameBut you will have to look much closerThan you do, closer than you doAnd I’m far too tired to stay here anymoreAnd I don’t care what you think anyway‘Cause I think you were wrong about meYeah what if you were, what if you wereAnd what if I’m a snowstorm burningWhat if I’m a world unturningWhat if I’m an ocean, far too shallow, much too deepWhat if I’m the kindest demonSomething you may not believe inWhat if I’m a siren singing gentlemen to sleep
I know you’ve got it figured outTell me what I am all aboutAnd I just might learn a thing or twoHundred about you, maybe about youI’m the end of your telescopeI don’t change just to suit your vision‘Cause I am bound by a fraying ropeAround my hands, tied around my handsAnd you close your eyes when I say I’m breaking freeAnd put your hands over both your earsBecause you cannot stand to believe I’m notThe perfect girl you thoughtWell what have I got to loseAnd what if I’m a weeping willowLaughing tears upon my pillowWhat if I’m a socialite who wants to be aloneWhat if I’m a toothless leopardWhat if I’m a sheepless shepherdWhat if I’m an angel without wings to take me home
You don’t know meNever will, never willI’m outside your picture frameAnd the glass is breaking nowYou can’t see meNever will, never willIf you’re never gonna seeWhat if I’m a crowded desertToo much pain with little pleasureWhat if I’m the nicest place you never want to goWhat if I don’t know who I amWill that keep us both from tryingTo find out and when you haveBe sure to let me knowWhat if I’m a snowstorm burningWhat if I’m a world unturningWhat if I’m an ocean, far too shallow, much too deepWhat if I’m the kindest demonSomething you may not believe inWhat if I’m a siren singing gentlemen to sleepSleep…Sleep…
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