Time for me to start walking again.
I’ve been in this pit stop for too long.
I need to get back in the race but my feet won’t seem to move.
They’re failing me and I don’t know why.
They keep pulling me back to the same place
Keeping me still
As if they were glued to the ground that’s in front of you.
As if they want me to look at you so I can suffer more.
Are my feet telling me that I haven’t suffered enough?
Is there more for me to feel?
I don’t believe that there’s anything more to feel, cause I’ve lost my sense of feeling.So what is it they want me to see?
Cause I’ve seen enough to know that I’m a fool.
I’ve seen enough to know that this world is a cruel place for foolish people like me.I try to pick my feet up so I could run
But its like they weigh 1000 pounds and my arms are nothing but skin and bones.I need some one to pull me.
Some one I could run after.
Some one to start over with and never repeat the same mistakes.
But ..Who’s better than an angel?
Yeah the image of you in my head is still in an angel’s disguise.
But I know what’s underneath that disguise, yet my feet won’t seem to run.
They love the ground you’re on
And I can’t take it.