Oh, don’t look me in the eyes
You might witness
Pain with no disguise
Don’t fight the urge to walk away
Believe me even the sun
Wishes it could call in sick today
Oh, how easy it’s to say fuck it
When your greatest dreams
Lay by your bedside in a bucket
When your prayers become reruns
As your fears get married
And give birth to daughters and sons
When the only sign that you exist
Is the sound of a deafening weakness
That has no care of being missed
Do I have your attention, yet ?
Come wear this misery
are you swimming in sweat
Second guessing who you are
Even if you proven to the world
Your more than a tear and a scar
When failure becomes your only memory
Somehow you still hold that diploma
Can you explain that to me
Fuck a piece a paper
Somebody give a journal
A waste basket and a stapler
Even with anxiety beating me to a coma
I still can smell and taste
Passion’s intoxicating aroma
Today I’m a scream till I wake silence
Cause I went to war with your odds
And today I’m dinning with confidence
Comments
I thought it was interesting
But agree with mark