something’s stopping me..
Something I did and doing is not right
Still moving on with low conviction looks like I am living a dual life.
One so much different from the other.
Memories keep flashing, though I know things are different now and will be so forever
But someone in me has stopped somewhere.
Someone in me doesn’t want to grow… and is still holding hands with time,but without realizing the irony is that, time is actually slipping by!
The more I push myself away the fonder my heart grows …
The more I try to adapt to the reality and to what is now, the more it makes me feel wrong...
I know I caused some serious trouble to myself
Like the illness never to be discovered nor cured…
Like a tear waiting for a small stroke of emotion to let it loose...
Never realized the danger I go myself into
Never realized the innocent short time I spent could cause such a danger to my belief
Left me faithless. And doubting…
Left me with a dual life, I have accustomed to live by
Without realizing the irony that time is what is slipping by!
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 2:45 AM UTC
something’s stopping me..
Something I did and doing is not right
Still moving on with low conviction looks like I am living a dual life.
One so much different from the other.
Memories keep flashing, though I know things are different now and will be so forever
But someone in me has stopped somewhere.
Someone in me doesn’t want to grow… and is still holding hands with time,but without realizing the irony is that, time is actually slipping by!
The more I push myself away the fonder my heart grows …
The more I try to adapt to the reality and to what is now, the more it makes me feel wrong...
I know I caused some serious trouble to myself
Like the illness never to be discovered nor cured…
Like a tear waiting for a small stroke of emotion to let it loose...
Never realized the danger I go myself into
Never realized the innocent short time I spent could cause such a danger to my belief
Left me faithless. And doubting…
Left me with a dual life, I have accustomed to live by
Without realizing the irony that time is what is slipping by!
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