I’m afraid I’ve been too brave again.
I gone overboard and come to terms with me
I let her down and now she’s fed up
I’m happy that I’m sad again
It sucks so bad here that it blows
I’m so hungry that I can’t eat a thing
There’s nothing left that feels right.
For someone so hot she is colder than ice
I have felt way too much that I now feel numb
The only smart thing to do is to play dumb
I’m so tired that I cannot sleep
I’ve been assisting my self in my helplessness
Wanting something more and absolutely nothing else
Come over here and leave me alone
Come listen to me think, but not so loud
Of my lack of confidence, I’ve become quite proud
I love to hate you and hate to love you
I lied to you before like I’m lying here now
Without the worry, I think I’d go mad
The stress puts me at ease and puts calm over me
I can only discover what I’ve already found
Please help me to live by myself without you
Oh the pleasurable shame this act would produce
The tighter I get, the more I feel lyrically loose
I can’t slow down quickly because I’m too fast to be slow
When I get myself highest is when I feel the most low
When things are at there darkest do I begin to see the bright light
Why are things bad when they feel oh so good?
The more I please myself, the more I hurt us
2 comments:
now,some of these could be very real! tell me they did not come out of a book.
Yes, a book . . . .the book in my head. It's a big book with unnumbered pages. Coffee stains everywhere.
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