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These things which i so often wonder |
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This need to create myself |
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Frustration forgotten through slumber |
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It's there when i wake |
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Defeated before i rise |
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I'd pull myself out of his mire |
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If i could collect my strength |
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Or muster an ounce of desire |
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Finding the words, and making them mine |
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Is there somewhere |
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I could seperate this feeling from memory |
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Disconnect myself from me? |
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Desire inside to mistreat you |
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It pushes words out of my mouth |
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This cyclical pattern i feed you |
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The back and forth, and up and down |
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But still here you are |
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Behind this veil of pious revelation |
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I'll close my eyes and look for worth inside |
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I don't deserve you |
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Relinquishing hope for the future |
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I try not to hate it so |
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But you are a bridge to those memories |
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I try to forget, if you only knew |
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Is there somewhere to occupy emotion |
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A room to keep my rage away from you? |
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Just tell me when these hopeless days are over |
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I'll open my eyes and see my new sun rise |
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I don't deserve this |
