These thoughts are never ending Intrusive and rude They speak to me in volumes And I, unable to control them, am left to endure It's like a slow ticking . . . no mater how far I run Still, it follow This taunting becomes a game And I'm losing Losing control Losing what little insight I gained And without notice I fall Trapped in these thoughts Thoughts that start making sense I have long prayed for strength Expectant of what was to come And even with time I wasn't ready It's hard to fight your demons When you can't find a way to let them go Around me they swim Til I can't take anymore I'll play your little game for now
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