My Life in Technicolor

There are voices in my head, Some loud, some dead, There is a silence in the moment, And there is a burning scent.. Those voices always rhymes, Some sings elegy, some sings chime, A family feeding a dinner on a dime, And the soul so sour so lime.. There are voices in my head, Some says beer, some says bread, A light of a cellphone, a tone of a text, Fight for  a lost hope , wait for the next.. Those voices points to my eyes, They ask why it cries, The world is cold as it seems, And the heart , loud it screams... There are voices in my head, Burying everything, which is not dead, It consumed me, all over again, I wonder what will wash that dark stain,that pain.. There are voices in my nerves, To my languid soul, it serves, Just like a signal from a brain, It fades away  and drains. There was a time I saw the hope, I remembered a magicians rope, You blink your eye and the trick is done, So is the life so much undone.. There ar...

I thought you knew I liked you I thought you knew I cared I thought you knew I had to take of all the silly things we shared I thought you knew how important you were to my heart I thought you of the things I did. Those things I did from very beginning I thought you knew you’re the only one, I turn to every time I cry If you only gave me the time  If you only gave me a chance, I’d show you how much I care, I’d make our love really last I thought you knew, without a doubt. I thought you knew every single emotion I had for you I thought you felt it to, Our love will someday somewhere somehow it will turn out to be true.