What is it i want To be a silent lake whilst the swans dance To be a tree dancing to the sound of the wind whistling To forever rot in my bed till my inevitable demise No What i truly want Is to be dead To be rid of this awful existence where my future has already been written by those before me No I just wish to never wake up from my sleep Like a bear in hibernation
I write this note As I wrap this rope One time around my throat I don't want to choke It'll be quick I hope... ...nope I wish I could promise I won't But I can't, So I don't
I want the postcards, travel plans, the touch, words of affirmation. And I want you to hold me while singing out loud at the concerts, pull me close while kissing, hold my hands in the silence, sit by my side while sulking.
There's a want to be wrong Wanted for so long So long it seems like a folk song Rather than a foregone conclusion Just another drawn in lexicon A childish tantrum replayed like a sing-a-long 'Till the real "want" is gone And I have to admit I have no idea what's goin' on
I want to be anything but me Not always obviously But often definitely Specifically when that pesky negativity Has a death grip on my personality And brings out the ugly
