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What are you waiting for?
Possibly the most soul-cleansingly honest thing I've ever written... (without swearing anyway :p)
Trapped in thoughts overwhelming as I reach out skyward for you
Lost, left longing for something more than an after-dream of two
And as I descend into the quiet spaces I hide so deep inside of me
I get so tangled up on my tongue, can you teach me how to breathe?
Everything's so serious, I play games with the dawn
Completely enmeshed in bottomless pools from beyond
And as I try so hard to adapt myself to be who I am, I find
That perhaps I'm closer than ever to what I thought behind
My eyes see nothing real, only what I tell myself must be
And is it just me, or is it getting hard to feel anything?
Trapped in thoughts overwhelming as I face the days without you
Lost, desperately searching for all those right things to do
And I as I fail yet again, I find I have no choices left to me
I get so tangled up on my tongue, I think I forgot how to breathe
Every mistake is a nightmare, creeping quietly in the dark
Just waiting for me to fail to rekindle just one more spark
One more reason, one more excuse to get up and run
It's all downhill I fear, but I suppose that it's more fun
Racing faster than my feet can keep pace, I lean into the hills
And lose myself with my thoughts and hide from the fear that kills
I cannot succumb to the whispers of the end calling my name
It's my life by my choice, No one but me to upon place the blame
Trapped in thoughts overwhelming as I reach across oceans for you
Lost, it's so much harder knowing what you want instead of pretending to
And as I empty reserves, I find I'm left with a strange kind of peace
I get so tangled up on my tongue, I don't think I'll ever get free
Everything's so serious when it's mistakes I know better than to make
Completely disgusted with myself every time I stop to take a break
The road waits for me alone, and no one but me shall tread
And I will walk as far as I must to get outside of my head
All the insecurities plaguing me, brought about by only myself
I am the perfect constructor of my most beatiful, one man hell
I step with care upon paths overrun with death and decay, and in time
The way to home will return and I have only to look deeper to find
That nothing matters but the walk and the hardest steps are the best
I just get so tangled up on my tongue, and this pain in my chest
Trapped in thoughts overwhelming as I dream only of you
Lost, but never wandering far when I think you need me to
And I will fail many times before I finally get something right
Tangled up on my tongue, but more than willing to walk through the night
I can see the sun promising light somewhere up ahead of me
The radiance of knowing something good could be happening
And as long as I walk I will arrive when it's the right time
You get me so tangled up on my tongue, I'm sorry, I hope you don't mind
♥ my Muse (she'll probably be the only one who comments, lol)
