repeating mistakes, wasting days
i only have myself to blame
i thought this would be a phase
have i ever really tried?
enthusiastic, wide-eyed
nonetheless have i given it my all?
i assume ill try and fail
today, fresh, bright, new
look around, free your mind
every moment is here for the very first time
some days i dont want to do it
im hurting more than i care to believe
theres a push, a pressure on my chest
my heart doesnt hurt.
its numb, it needs rest
despair, sorrow, but no more cries
i cant feel. reality isnt real.
i float, cant walk
i spront, or sit stationary
down a dead end road
i start or stop, never strolling
rpt chorus
ive lost sight of what makes me feel good, ive lost myself.
my legs my feet, theyve just their way
i have no roots to the ground
my soul is astray
is this me? am i here? will i be found?
will i be found?
today, ill be good. tomorrow, i wont.
the next day.. i will be on top of my world.
though its not nearly predictable, as it seems
ill be well, i seek refuge in my dreams
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