No paths no trail
No hills to climb
Simplicity as far as the lazy eyes could see.
Next time...
I'll look harder next time.
Picking the lint off my favorite sweater.
As I pull this carriage again
The mudslide seems to be the common trend.
Throwing a fit.
Waiting for this mud to turn to rock
So I have a place to sit.
Clutching the pristine rifle
Pin these medals on the battle harden coward.
Struggling, balancing on this slippery saddle
Knocked on my *** again.
Never can predict which way the wind will blow
Can never make a foot print in the snow
Apathy becomes so empowered
Things seem so much easier from far away
Trembling, I'll turn back into the grey.
I'll just go home...
Not a single dream chased
Not one battle faced
I love how that smells
But too afraid to taste..
I want to be something so bad
It's under my skin
The dreams of it make me grin.
Only skin deep...
nothing's strong enough within...
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 6:00 PM UTC
No paths no trail
No hills to climb
Simplicity as far as the lazy eyes could see.
Next time...
I'll look harder next time.
Picking the lint off my favorite sweater.
As I pull this carriage again
The mudslide seems to be the common trend.
Throwing a fit.
Waiting for this mud to turn to rock
So I have a place to sit.
Clutching the pristine rifle
Pin these medals on the battle harden coward.
Struggling, balancing on this slippery saddle
Knocked on my *** again.
Never can predict which way the wind will blow
Can never make a foot print in the snow
Apathy becomes so empowered
Things seem so much easier from far away
Trembling, I'll turn back into the grey.
I'll just go home...
Not a single dream chased
Not one battle faced
I love how that smells
But too afraid to taste..
I want to be something so bad
It's under my skin
The dreams of it make me grin.
Only skin deep...
nothing's strong enough within...
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