I remember when a photograph was worth a thousand words, a thousand words. Now a thousand pictures come my way every day, and I like ‘em all the same but they can’t take my breath away. Fightin’ the temptation not to look, I’m still leafin’ through the pages like the world’s my open book. Why don’t I have something else to do? Feeling trapped behind the viewfinder to share it all with you. But that’s not what it’s about, I’m so tired of missing out. I look on up to the sky, I wonder why I put a filter between beauty and my eyes. I look on up into your eyes, it’s time I put down my devices and I start to live my life. I look on up, look on up to the sky. -relient k will always lyrically tear me apart
Posted on: Thu, 11 Dec 2014 09:00:25 +0000