You're not ready.
You haven't prepared.
You need to be better.
Stop being so scared.
Don't be lazy.
Don't slip.
Don't fall.
Be careful what you ask for.
Be careful who you call.

I'm trying to be ready..
I'm trying to prepare..
I'm trying to be better..
I can't help being scared..
I'm not being lazy the pain makes it hard to walk..
The ground is slippery..
I can't help but fall..
I don't know what to ask for..
I don't know who to call..

I'm not sure where I'm going.
And I've forgotten where I've been.
It's like just one oar is rowing.
And I'm turning in circles again.
The past and the future are all blended up.
And I can't remember tomorrow from yesterday or seem to keep them apart.

The words fall out slowly at first.
And you're scared and worried of the absolute worst.
But then you grow stronger than ever
Every word leaves you feeling more and more clever.
That's poetry for you. And once it starts to flow.
You'll be changing lives and they'll let you know

The pain of goodbye is the hardest of all.
Because the fear makes you weak and dread the great fall.
And who will catch you when they're all gone away?
And the end of the rope is beginning to fray.
Your hope feels undone and the pains hard to bear.
And you feel like you are alone left to care.
Goodbyes are the hardest..
And leave me feeling darkest..
Help me.. My mind cries out.. But there's no one to hear..
My cry goes unnuttered.
And then come the tears..

If I could fly I would sail to the stars.
And come back with a way that I could win back your heart.
Cause every dream I have comes back to you.
But deep down inside I know they'll never be true.
Hopeless romantic?
Or romantically hopeless.
Which one?
I wish I knew.
But if I'm honest I never even deserved you.

I'm stuck inbetween wanting recognition and not caring who sees.
Because part of me just wants fame and the other wants release.
The two halves of my soul fight quite violently.
And it's ripping me apart.
I don't know which to feed

Who am I?
I ask myself as I lay down to sleep.
And beg the thoughts to go away,
And ask my soul to keep.
I'm searching for my path in life.
The stamp to call my own.
And as my eyes drift slowly closed.
I feel more and more alone.