Cries

I'm not moving,
Just the clouds are.
It doesn't take a genius to realize this and it doesn't take a psychiatrist to see i'm broke.
I'm not without money, or happiness, or friends, it's just that...I'm without hope.
You believe I'm a girl far from that of your dreams and I'm begging you, it's not what it seems.
Because, in reality, it was meant to be you & me, ¬hing in between.
My hands are lonely, my shoulders are cold, my lips are unmoving, while this feeling gets old.
There are holes in your mind in the shape of my kind, I belong there is what I'm told.
It's neat to know that no one's there.
I'm fascinated by your lack of care.
As I gaze from the grass, to miles and miles above..
To a place without hate, and therefore without love..
Some call this place "heaven" but I think it's too far
See,
God's not watching,
Just the clouds are.