Breathing is much harderIn this shallow empty placeThe constant chatter invades meOne foot in front of the otherDamn it I'm lost againIt never stops this swirling in my headI just wanted a place of solaceInstead I got solitude
You stand there stone facedCalloused fingers grip a cigaretteI watch the red light burnAs it all slips further and further awaySometimes I say too muchBut there's not enough time to say it allSo I stare at that lightAnd let the silence speak insteadKnowing I only have until it burns down to a nubWhat's left of us?A discarded cigarette, laying in the gutterSounds about right
I will not hide in cornersRunning from the lightI refuse to rage a war just to prove my pointThe emotions are spilling overWhile you sing a lullabyTempting little devilWatching others crash into jagged rocksLost foreverSmothered screams and heavy blacknessPulling me under, I will not lose controlYour never ending army growsUnwilling souls swirling into the depthsIntertwined and restless
It's all engulfed in flamesWhy is it so inviting?This urgent pullSeductive and desperateIt almost makes me forgetI'm that close to letting you inSurrendering to that vortexBut your words don't soothe meThey knock me out of my reverieI will not fall victimI am my own And you can't have me anymore
I grate my feet on broken glass
leaving a ruby pathA swirl of dust pushes me backBlinding me as I claw through the airIt's heavy and stings my eyes
Sway, sway with meLet this current pull us awayBut the ripples tear piece by pieceUntil all that remains is horridly rawUnfiltered and crudeIt shrinks me, swallows me wholeAnd then spits me back outIn the early afternoon sunWhere I lay to wasteMy insides scraped hollow and left to rot
Yet the noise of the world goes onThe busy people with important things to do go byThe move in taxis and walk their dogsThere's only one inevitable truth:In the end, life goes on
By the old oak treeI buried it therePieces of youPieces of meWhen the water touched my toesI threw it out to seaWhat was left of youWhat was left of meThe warm breeze against my skinBrought it all back to meI am never without you
I can't find itThis place that seems to exist for everyoneExcept me anywayI thought I was there once It felt like homeBut like most pretty things, those memories fadedI can barely recall nowWas I ever there?Do I just see illusions?Sometimes I think that’s enoughAnd then the picture becomes
more and more washed outFrayed at the endsAnd it can hold me no longerI need this place to call my ownWhere I hear laughter Where I'm not afraid Or alone (I hate that the most I think)I need reason to believe that I'm on my wayPerhaps it’s just around the corner?I hope at least... There's always hope right?Maybe I just want to be missed when I’m goneHave a careful eye on the horizonA place to come back toNo matter how long I’m awayWith someone waiting for meWho’s thinking of me tonight?And am I home to him?
Running away is easierLeaves a different messI can’t fake smiles anymoreIt gets old quickAnd wears on my soulThis air is thickI feel it pushing on meBut the wind racing through the window
chases it awayThe speed surpasses all the things that
eat away at meJust the sound of Indie RockAnd the thoughts in my head That fade slowly Until I silence them awayMaybe if I pretend they don’t exist they’ll really be gone…Even for a minute I need some solaceNope, that didn’t workJust focus on the roadAnd the trees whizzing byI don’t want to be here anymoreI’m tired of being scared Of myself Of others Of being trapped Of my soul’s hungerI need to break free from these confines of fear
I’m addicted to himNot in an obsessive way, or even in a sexual wayI’m addicted to the way all my problems and anxiety seem to fade away when he is aroundI can be having a total meltdownAnd when he grabs my hand I’m relaxedHe’s my medicine(Who am I kidding? He’s my drug)He saves me from myselfNot every secret is bad
I'll go back on the things I believeAbandon all common sense and logical thoughtI'll hush the quiet voicesDrown them out with a soft melodyThe rushing and spinning around me slowsBecause when I'm standing there with you I don't hear all the noiseJust the sound of the rainEven my laughter is foreign to meMaybe you bring out the real meI like herShe gives freely and dances in the rainJumps in fountains and sings on the top of her lungsI'm only her with youAnd when you're gone the blurry fog returnsAnd the streaks of dizzy returnsAnd so my day just goes onI already miss the freedom you gave meYou'll be a hard act to follow, sir
There is a rage hidden deep withinTaunted and temptedHeld at bay too longBlood boiling and shaking palms called to itNo reversal plan in placeLet the flood gates openAnd wait for the destructionThe quiet girl is goneNot an ounce of meekness remainsI'm ready to play your gameI didn't realize we already wereIt's been seven yearsBut I finally showed upAnd I brought some friendsDon't forget you invited meYou say I've ruined your life?I haven't begun to ruin your lifeLet the games begin
I write… When the thoughts swirl too much in my head. Because I am afraid to say things out loud. When there is no one to listen. Because I hope one day you'll read my words. I write because I know no other way