It's been a long long road
And I've been skipping milestones
And I've been tumbling along,
Watching pretty sunsets and toy thrones
Just blend together like a blur
Not soaking in any of it's warmth
Or realizing how grand things are
I'm trying to understand self-worth
But I'm lost, and I'm never gonna understand
Exactly what the purpose is in making plans
Because life likes to chew you up and spit you out
Give you praise and throw you out into garbage cans
It's like I let things only get skin deep
And all the while I sink
Into some land of no cares, and street affairs
And slowly drag myself to the brink
What else do I have, my lifes a joke
And I spend more time hiding
Than I do living
I'm just lucky I'm law-abiding
Cause if I wasn't, I'd be gone by now
And no matter how much I stand up
I lay back down
Half-empty, half-full, **** that I don't have a cup
Don't be like me kids, I'm forever a stranger
In a world that loves grand stories
And misplaced anger.
So here I stand in a field of dead morning glories
And if I don't drag myself out soon, I'll stay here.
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 8:35 PM UTC
It's been a long long road
And I've been skipping milestones
And I've been tumbling along,
Watching pretty sunsets and toy thrones
Just blend together like a blur
Not soaking in any of it's warmth
Or realizing how grand things are
I'm trying to understand self-worth
But I'm lost, and I'm never gonna understand
Exactly what the purpose is in making plans
Because life likes to chew you up and spit you out
Give you praise and throw you out into garbage cans
It's like I let things only get skin deep
And all the while I sink
Into some land of no cares, and street affairs
And slowly drag myself to the brink
What else do I have, my lifes a joke
And I spend more time hiding
Than I do living
I'm just lucky I'm law-abiding
Cause if I wasn't, I'd be gone by now
And no matter how much I stand up
I lay back down
Half-empty, half-full, **** that I don't have a cup
Don't be like me kids, I'm forever a stranger
In a world that loves grand stories
And misplaced anger.
So here I stand in a field of dead morning glories
And if I don't drag myself out soon, I'll stay here.
Been going through a lot lately, so I did this to get my mind off things and put my thoughts into words. If you like it, cool! I'm glad =3
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