The evening of resistance has come to an end
All the thoughts to arise slowly clutter
No more concentration in this man
The wind blows, but no one seems to notice
The night’s sky is bleak as I carry on up the hill
All the shadows that form bring me in deeper
You can call it depression as I start to linger
Silence now is the only presence I call my friend
Is this the beginning of the end?
Will I ever truly escape this sad state I am in?
I hide behind the whites of my smile
When inside I am trouble and in all sorts of denial
Can someone please stay for a while?
Stay for a while.
Is this the beginning of the end?
Will I ever truly escape this sad state I am in?
Behind the wheel I reminisce for some time
The streets pass on by
I nearly miss my exit sign
My mind is so consumed
I just don’t know what to do
So I’ll drive far away
Given the choice to raise my voice
And shout out against those who oppose
The air is still silent and no one knows
This sad state I’ve always been in
Is this the beginning of the end?
Will I ever truly escape this sad state I am in?
Cut to ribbons once again
Will I ever feel the respect again from the one’s I called my friends
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