With your eyes constantly pouring concealed thunderstorms
Do you even remember what it’s like not to squint through the blur?
My soul is bled out upon the foundation you call perfection
On the asphalt and cement you disguised as hard work
My body has nothing left to offer your expectations
After turning from good enough to being better than the rest
How did we end up chasing the impossible?
Being so scared of failure we **** ourselves for anything less than flawless.
When did it all lose meaning?
The fast paced world stealing away our time like we owed it something.
I lost my passion to the critique of others.
Forgot my name when I took someone else’s.
I took a gun and shot my self.
And a ghost rose to greet the world.
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 5:54 PM UTC
With your eyes constantly pouring concealed thunderstorms
Do you even remember what it’s like not to squint through the blur?
My soul is bled out upon the foundation you call perfection
On the asphalt and cement you disguised as hard work
My body has nothing left to offer your expectations
After turning from good enough to being better than the rest
How did we end up chasing the impossible?
Being so scared of failure we **** ourselves for anything less than flawless.
When did it all lose meaning?
The fast paced world stealing away our time like we owed it something.
I lost my passion to the critique of others.
Forgot my name when I took someone else’s.
I took a gun and shot my self.
And a ghost rose to greet the world.