Rooftops

They'll whisper into your curtains,
or they'll play hide and seek.
They like to come out at night,
and they like to take a peek,
of what you're doing,
at all times.
Do they exist?
Or is all in my mind?

They climb up on the rooftop,
and watch you count your sheep.
A bigger better life,
is what you want to achieve,
without them watching,
at all times.
Do they exist?
Or have I lost my mind?

Afraid to say goodbye,
afraid to say goodnight.
Afraid to call it quits,
afraid to start a fight.
Too afraid to be afraid of those dark nights.

I was in,
another state of mind,
when the windows came,
crashing in.
There was,
no one left alive.
No one could survive.
No one could survive.
No one could survive.

They're eyes are full of hate.
You can't trust a word.
They'll watch you like spies,
and they'll hunt you like prey.
You can't trust their eyes.

You can't trust their eyes.

You can't trust their eyes.

Just break me out of these chains,
and let the red carpet out.
I want my name in lights,
and I want it without a doubt.
They won't let it happen.
They won't let it happen.
They won't let it happen.

There is something familiar about this that takes my thoughts in a certain direction, which is to say that I like this, it flows great and it's got a solid message. So what else? I'd love to hear it set to music. Something heavy and ominous.

The music was written first for this, the lyrics made up as I went along. Thanks for commenting! And I hope that this message gets through because it's true. =\

I like it too its very good nice flow