I sit here now, afraid, unsure,
should make another move?
Or should I surrender?
Where would that put me and you?

I've stressed my love in many fashions,
hoping you would see the truth.
But nothing ever seems to happen,
leaving me without a clue.

I've shot for the moon and pulled it down,
but that wasn't enough for you.
So I sit here in the remaining sounds,
of a fight, a goodbye too.

The world is spinning round and round,
leaving me dazed and confused.
My feet are lifting off the ground,
as I hold the gun shot wound.

archaic lands
heavy sands
the worlds gotten by so long
on so little
so why dont we?
the sun never asks for seconds
or steals the stars
to shine brigher
just like the moon never complains about sharing its light
its a fight or flight
kind of world weve made
this is mine
I found it first
its only a dollar
whats a few more hurt?
all of these things
blind us and bind us
til noone can find us
not even ourselves
yet we cling to the stuff
the this's and that's
because they define us
remind us
of who we are
or want to be
maybe if we set that free
we'd meet ourselves for the first time