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Registered User | First time posting, just wanted to see what other peoples opinions of my writing.
These scars have healed quite well if I do say so myself
But there are some cuts too deep that I won’t get around to
It’s the feeling that I get when I know I’m in distress
And there’s not a damn thing in the world I can do about it
It’s a difficult decision when your future lies on the choices that you’ve yet to make
My life is in my own hands but no one taught me how to hold it
I’m having a tough time trying to teach myself to mold it
I won’t lie; I’m confused and utterly distracted
My head was hanging down for so long, I haven’t noticed what’s around me
If miracles exist please god I know I won’t be missed
But I’m asking for a moment to regain myself again
It’s not right, there’s no one left
We're a wasteland of teenage dreams that I sang about in all my songs
Our tears are dried up now but the pain still lingers there
I’m desperately reaching out for all the things I miss
My hands clawing for all the things that don’t even exist
If you’re out there and can hear me now
I hate you, but I love you all the same
I wish you knew how hard this was for me
I won’t lie; I’m confused and utterly distracted
My head was hanging down for so long, I haven’t noticed what’s around me
If miracles exist please god I know I won’t be missed
But I’m asking for a moment to regain myself again
Maybe one day I’ll wake up and everything’s fine
I can’t let them take that away from me
Just because I’m broken doesn’t mean I can’t be fixed
There’s a dream inside this heart and I refuse to let it die
I’m not the person I used to be
I don’t know if it’s good or bad anymore | | |
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