Sometimes I lose track of myself
I’m not proud of it.
It’s not like I try to see darkness.
I love the feeling of the sun
The feel of it burning through me
the feeling of being alive
young wild and free
the feeling you get
on a summer night hands up
wind blowing through your hair
driving down the back roads
But every moment can’t be like this.
Everyone has a dark side
fighting them
it’s only a matter of time
before the walls fall.