This phantom pain, comes haunting every second breath The new ache mirroring the old, dressed in past’s clothes I’m stepping on growing hopes, don’t want them to take root Before they blind me Can’t bear to close the distance on happiness If it’s false I won’t let it be If it’s false I’ve been blind since I could see I’m wasting years of my life, days fly by, at a standstill with a racing mind Been there for years I swear I’ve let it go a thousand ******* times If I could just let it go I’m dwelling on coloured memories ‘Cause the black white truth ain’t all it’s built up to be But it’s all I’ve ever seen And it’s all I’ve ever wanted to see There’s a time when you realise every promise is a lie, if a pretty one If one you’d rather believe than the thought that the future is uncertainty And that those laugh lines, those good times, carved from people you love Will stay Even if they all leave And you wake every morning looking into those creases Hoping one day they’ll bring you as much joy as you once had But they’re just the consequence It’s bittersweet
10:22pm, September 12th 2012
Doubt is a hungry critter, that enjoys running circles around you and nibbling at your decisions when you're not looking. Sometimes it teams up with Sorrow, who punches Memory in the face when you pass old swingsets and houses.