Current mood: contemplative
MY CYCLES
I’ve tried to fix this all so many times but don’t
I think I’ve got it good and beaten then I choke
Why can’t I see my cycles quite as clear as yours
What is it in me that keeps falling from the core
When my illusions brought to light will I just fold
Be disenchanted by the standards and Ideals that I now hold
Run Run, before I bring you down
Hide my troubles while my sky lies underground
Run Run, cause I am blind to my own worst demons
Burying my face in pillows so you can’t hear my screaming
Big on blame, excuses, and all those like um
Is it me or everyone else that’s under my sun
Am I keeping off anxiety or masking all my flaws
Sweetness a way to disguise my tears or claws
Run Run, am I as lazy as they say
Whiney and conniving just to last another day
Run Run, before my problems are your own
Finding I’m still reaping sour seeds that I had sown
Losing it again, I’m cracking up, I’m breaking down
Carrying such sorrow falling straight towards the ground
Break this drama, How do I end this drama
How do I see my drama, why must I be this drama
Break this drama, can’t you take this drama
Make it right, and take me, and save me from my drama
Shake this drama from my spine of spiteful drama
Wake me from what sleep has come from a life of drama
Shake me awake, I’m so numb from this drama
Can’t take much more, I’m plumb drunk on the drama
I’m striving so hard for clarity of sight
But it’s hard, oh so hard, to see clear in this night
I’m tired, so tired, so worn from the fight
Won’t you take me and make me into someone alright?
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