There's an unsteady feeling surging through me
it's sadness and anger surging through me
they're feeling for something to finally fill me
and stealing the one thing that tries not to **** me
Why the hell is it I feel so alone
and people around me seem so alive
sometimes it feels like my soul's made of stone
aluminum butterflies flutter and thrive
Now that I have to direct my own path
just how do I get through the shame and the wrath
it's left up to me to make a full turn
I've kept up to see, surviving the burn
They crept on me, lessons to learn
like nothing is free, we all have to earn
our way in this world and maybe beyond
a wind and a whirl and then on and on
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 8:53 PM UTC
There's an unsteady feeling surging through me
it's sadness and anger surging through me
they're feeling for something to finally fill me
and stealing the one thing that tries not to **** me
Why the hell is it I feel so alone
and people around me seem so alive
sometimes it feels like my soul's made of stone
aluminum butterflies flutter and thrive
Now that I have to direct my own path
just how do I get through the shame and the wrath
it's left up to me to make a full turn
I've kept up to see, surviving the burn
They crept on me, lessons to learn
like nothing is free, we all have to earn
our way in this world and maybe beyond
a wind and a whirl and then on and on
