Saturday, February 28, 2015

my boots are weighted, punishing every step.  
I try to move forward and but am filled with regrets

What might have been, what I could have done
Now my boots take me down, when I try to run

Just take me down, down, down,
to where the world isn't round round round
i’m right at the edge, edge, edge
Looking over that ledge, ledge, ledge
Can’t help but look back, back, back,
with my heart in my hands hands hands
i’m bleeding within, in, in
Mind’s no longer my friend, friend, friend

when will it end, so I can try this again.

It was years of self doubt that brought me to me
Each step going slower till I was nowhere to be

Now I’m sinking and drowning and I’m still cant stop crying
Determined progression is a ghost I rely on

Just take me down, down, down,
to where the world isn't round round round
i’m right at the edge, edge, edge
Looking over that ledge, ledge, ledge
Can’t help but look back, back, back,
with my heart in my hands hands hands
i’m bleeding within, in, in
Mind’s no longer my friend, friend, friend

when will it end, so I can try this again.

Remember when time was my friend.
My eyes were so blind to the impending bend

When the vision has cleared, I’m left in my shoes
That are dragging me down, to the bottom with you.

I remember walking on air, air
Wind in my hair, hair, hair
Light as can be, be, be
unbearably free, free, free
Persistent memories, ees, ees
throwing boulders a me, me, me
watching me drown. drown, drown
sinking into the ground, ground, ground 


when will it end, so I can try this again.

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