If you knew me
like I knew me
you would know...
My nights, while sleeping, never rest.
I do as well I can, but it's not my best, and
I'm still a little behind the times.
My eyes are blind and I'm reaching out.
I'm screaming and it echoes doubt.
If you could hear
the way I hear...
you'd know each day brings greater fear.
I hear the lies and they stand still
just pushing at my bending will.
And how, last night, I gave in just a bit.
Cause I was lost for a moment.
Cause I wanted to quit.
And the morning awoke me, wondering why...
Why I'd go back to that
and why I'd even try.
So I tried and I tried to say it was a dream
but the proofs just skin deep
and I hear it when I scream.
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