Just another nightmare
that's what I tell myself
dark the clouds, screaming loud
un-examined shelves
I'll never blame another
I'm what has brought me here
mother, father, brother
no cure, and yet, no fear
It wrenches like a dishcloth
overused and out of date
feeling abused and full of wroth
no, this can't be fate
Silent and confused
beyond the abyss, the edge
feeling broken and over used
slipping from the ledge
No blame outside the circle
my influence not that great
just a fool, too simple
sans any key, that opens
any gate
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 8:39 PM UTC
Just another nightmare
that's what I tell myself
dark the clouds, screaming loud
un-examined shelves
I'll never blame another
I'm what has brought me here
mother, father, brother
no cure, and yet, no fear
It wrenches like a dishcloth
overused and out of date
feeling abused and full of wroth
no, this can't be fate
Silent and confused
beyond the abyss, the edge
feeling broken and over used
slipping from the ledge
No blame outside the circle
my influence not that great
just a fool, too simple
sans any key, that opens
any gate
Ever notice the more you talk, the less you're heard?
