By: Tyler Ross
My secrets seep
They make me weak
When heard by the wrong ears
They aren’t my friends
We play ‘just pretend’
On the old stomping grounds of resonance
I bite my tongue
Then meet teeth-to-teeth
To refrain from making sense
Amongst judgmental beings
Stained and convoluted grassy greens
With makeshift fences
I blame me.
Not hip to your world
In what we all find to be cool
Over thinking, I’ve got these tools
Still in denial, I sing with a poor man’s smile
Passionate, but hell bent
That money motivates your style
My stomach’s churning
Hot and bothered, depressed and burning
The useless act to compare
Just be myself
I always told myself
But, I blame you.
Worried (life moves in a hurry)
I can’t slow it down
My days are like chutes
Fucking ladders can’t be found
Worried (forcing my life’s journey)
Full of mistakes
Disillusioned myself again
Turning this around is what it’ll take
Tantalizing faces creep
They cut me deep
By their attempts to lend a hand
I am self-aware,
Although I stare
I’m aware there’s deception there
My hopes are cloud 9.2
An above average grade I’ve painted blue
By the help of the healthy heart I once knew
Not only can I not compete
This heartache boils inside of me
And so I’m told it just wasn’t meant to be
I blame these dreams and me
For letting me believe this distance was sincerity
Worried (life moves in a hurry)
I can’t slow it down
My days are like chutes
Fucking ladders can’t be found
Worried (forcing my life’s journey)
Creates unnecessary mistakes
Disillusioned myself again
My confidence is returning
And so is my peace of mind
So, I give thanks
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