I am bending in the wind,
I am cracking at the roots,
Drowning in old reboots.
All I know is what I don’t want,
But all I do want is to be proven wrong.
Introduce me to a different song.
I am blending into the trees,
No longer recognized by thee.
Barely floating with my head above sea,
Bearing anchors on each my ankles.
All I can see is who I used to be,
fragments of what once was, just bleeding at the seams.
Just trying to march to my own beat, but finding it easier to flee.
So I go swimming with the fishes.
Everything quiet, everything at peace.
Once easily deceived by shadows of wishes that would never be.
Now only one shark is left swimming at sea.
Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 7:34 PM UTC
I am bending in the wind,
I am cracking at the roots,
Drowning in old reboots.
All I know is what I don’t want,
But all I do want is to be proven wrong.
Introduce me to a different song.
I am blending into the trees,
No longer recognized by thee.
Barely floating with my head above sea,
Bearing anchors on each my ankles.
All I can see is who I used to be,
fragments of what once was, just bleeding at the seams.
Just trying to march to my own beat, but finding it easier to flee.
So I go swimming with the fishes.
Everything quiet, everything at peace.
Once easily deceived by shadows of wishes that would never be.
Now only one shark is left swimming at sea.
