I want to be what I can,
so much so that truth
will drip off my skin.
And you won't deny that this reality
is taking over me again.
I am a mess.
And this mound won't untangle itself.
I am not me,
not who I want to be.
Let's take me down from that ***** shelf.
It's a fit to clean off,
but I have faith in myself.
From where I stand,
I can see who I really am.
It's me on a mountain peak,
it's me as a white sunbeam.
Won't I let the right things
take me to who I am?
Won't I close my eyes
and run there as hard as I can?
So I'll make the plans,
and take them in.
I'll finish them,
and I'll win.
I want to be what I can,
so much so that truth
will drip off my skin.
And you won't deny that this reality
is taking over me again.
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 9:24 PM UTC
I want to be what I can,
so much so that truth
will drip off my skin.
And you won't deny that this reality
is taking over me again.
I am a mess.
And this mound won't untangle itself.
I am not me,
not who I want to be.
Let's take me down from that ***** shelf.
It's a fit to clean off,
but I have faith in myself.
From where I stand,
I can see who I really am.
It's me on a mountain peak,
it's me as a white sunbeam.
Won't I let the right things
take me to who I am?
Won't I close my eyes
and run there as hard as I can?
So I'll make the plans,
and take them in.
I'll finish them,
and I'll win.
I want to be what I can,
so much so that truth
will drip off my skin.
And you won't deny that this reality
is taking over me again.
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