My life in photographs,
They're messing with my head
I wonder how I got to lying here in bed.
I feel much older now
Yet I am still so young
They say it's good for you!
I have to bite my tongue
Don't tell me that it's easy
As I can't stand to fight
I'll run for hours but no wings means there's no flight.
Take me home again
I can't take any more
I wish someone could see but I just locked my door
My mind is full to burst as I stare at empty space
I try to bury it
But I still see your face
You're looking up at me and screaming 'Why did you?
Leave me for dead because your world was falling through?'
I have no answer but a selfish plea for peace
I tried to bind myself but could not tame the beast
Maybe I should have just put up with my own strife,
At least then one of us would have a better life
My lack of feeling would have surely took it's toll
But as an empty shell, why not just play the role?
Take me away.
Bring me back to life.
Feb 1, 2013
Feb 1, 2013 at 3:38 PM UTC
My life in photographs,
They're messing with my head
I wonder how I got to lying here in bed.
I feel much older now
Yet I am still so young
They say it's good for you!
I have to bite my tongue
Don't tell me that it's easy
As I can't stand to fight
I'll run for hours but no wings means there's no flight.
Take me home again
I can't take any more
I wish someone could see but I just locked my door
My mind is full to burst as I stare at empty space
I try to bury it
But I still see your face
You're looking up at me and screaming 'Why did you?
Leave me for dead because your world was falling through?'
I have no answer but a selfish plea for peace
I tried to bind myself but could not tame the beast
Maybe I should have just put up with my own strife,
At least then one of us would have a better life
My lack of feeling would have surely took it's toll
But as an empty shell, why not just play the role?
Take me away.
Bring me back to life.
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