Forever debating what I should say, How to survive and get through the day. This feeling, These voices, remain in my head, From the moment I wake until I return to bed. Erected a barrier so others won’t know, How embarrassing it is to let the pain show. Can’t change the past, It’s forever haunting. Does the future have to seem so daunting.
Have you ever had a song repeat? And turn you a certin way? For in passing I see Now that Mayer maybe When he said "Would you say what you need to say?"
Such is a necessity
Sometimes I don't know how to say it. Or simply how to ask. Because I put on such a truly confident mask all the time. But at the end of the day, Im just like you. Very much imperfect in all things. *nod*
I stumble when my tired feet attempt to walk, I stutter when my ancient tongue tries to talk. I count the years and fear strikes me cold I know now that I am afraid of being old. A wrinkle arrives most every single day No amount of treatment can make it go away. Rest does little to appease my constant fear I think about the other side and shed a quiet tear. Will I miss my loves, my dreams and such? Will I still long for someone’s warm loving touch? Age always works for wine and cheese But it is a tragic enemy of memories. Dreams become less important and almost dry No warmth or promise not even a gentle sigh. Tread lightly when you wake each morn Try to recall that special day the one when you were born.