Another day and they say "it's a new begaining"
But is it really, it feels more like an ending
An ending of time
In a life that doesn't rhyme
An unending march to the uncertain
Like the droping of life's stage curtain
Another day closer to the end
But I'm still waiting on my life to begin
I'm tired of this life's storyline
I want a different out come this time
I want happy, not sad
I want the good, not the bad
But there is no off ramp
And my disease leaves it stamp
I feel like a lost ***** *****
And my life just goes on like a vamp
Over and over the same music plays
A sorrowful song, for long anguished days
But I want a change in the beat
An uplifting melody to get me on my feet
Will you be my new rhythm
An escape from my prison
Are you my golden key
Will you try to set me free
Will you hold me tight
When I'm a sad sorry sight
There is no cure from my depression
But will you help the darkness lessen
Or will you run for the hills
Or jump in the sea and grow gills
Just to get away
From a disease you can not sway
And leave me counting the days
Till this clock like heart's hands stand still
And in death will I finally feel real?
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 1:58 PM UTC
Another day and they say "it's a new begaining"
But is it really, it feels more like an ending
An ending of time
In a life that doesn't rhyme
An unending march to the uncertain
Like the droping of life's stage curtain
Another day closer to the end
But I'm still waiting on my life to begin
I'm tired of this life's storyline
I want a different out come this time
I want happy, not sad
I want the good, not the bad
But there is no off ramp
And my disease leaves it stamp
I feel like a lost ***** *****
And my life just goes on like a vamp
Over and over the same music plays
A sorrowful song, for long anguished days
But I want a change in the beat
An uplifting melody to get me on my feet
Will you be my new rhythm
An escape from my prison
Are you my golden key
Will you try to set me free
Will you hold me tight
When I'm a sad sorry sight
There is no cure from my depression
But will you help the darkness lessen
Or will you run for the hills
Or jump in the sea and grow gills
Just to get away
From a disease you can not sway
And leave me counting the days
Till this clock like heart's hands stand still
And in death will I finally feel real?
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