I've burned too many bridges
trying to find myself,
and I'm still no closer
to an answer.
It's a question of trust.
I don't know if I can rely
on my judgement anymore.
I naively thought
that escape would be so simple
but lying here,
in the quiet of the morning,
I'm still weighing up the possibilities
of a life that seems to stand still.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 6:29 PM UTC
I've burned too many bridges
trying to find myself,
and I'm still no closer
to an answer.
It's a question of trust.
I don't know if I can rely
on my judgement anymore.
I naively thought
that escape would be so simple
but lying here,
in the quiet of the morning,
I'm still weighing up the possibilities
of a life that seems to stand still.
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