Clouded judgement stirred my mind,
Disturbed at what I'd always find.
Can't face the truth, and could not tell,
My extinguished fear would be my Hell.
My heart became a cold, dank pit;
The ones I loved, suddenly full of shit.
The whispers in my head grew loud;
Of what I've become, I am not proud.
Tired, aching: inside and out
Wanting just to run and shout.
The night has never felt this cold
And I never dreamed I'd be this old.
My life unravels; it's a nightmare -
What I've done is beyond repair.
The wind picks up, takes me away
So you''ll never know what I had to say.
Dream and live on
And forget this stupid, little song...
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