Photograms

Changing, there s this thing about me
The smile in my childhood pictures
The tickle in my laughter
All slowly, changing

All thats left,an empty mask
White turning red then black
Feeling torn within
My pandora box kept safely in my arms
Holding it all in
Its fighting for a way out
Leaving an emptyness that takes all of me away

All this that i feel about you now
Feels so beautiful when i pretend you do to
but my reality, isn't as happy
All the things that once lit my heart,
Now somehow dim away as hope slips away

I m calling out
I m running out of air to breathe
I shout out for help
Knowing no one can
or there s nothing i can do
Something s dying out

I dont want to be an echo
A passer by
I wont be just a scratch
Not a scar
Just reasons to smile

I m calling out
I m running out of air to breathe
I shout out for help
Knowing no one can help
or there s nothing i can do
Something s dying out
And its not my say