Save yourself while you watch your back 'cause I'll be coming. Wanna listen to me cry, I'm gonna try. I'm back, one back for you to turn on just face it.
I continue to succumb to mundane hospitality. Fabricating pertinent dinner conversation. Fascinating breath pressing drawls. Asking myself why. . Unbelievable, isn't it? The way we twist the words around.
These words collapse your confidence. Your destructive existence is nauseating. Fake, with no self-esteem, you're nothing. You change with manic uncertainty.
And you try. And you try. To get the fuck up. . Listen to me. If you're scared drop to the floor. Try to think about something. Need a change 'cause everyone looks the same.
I am impatient, hard to please. No sense of serenity, habitual neurosis. Transcends into thoughts of suicide. . And when this body lays lifeless. Don't patronize me by.
Tell me when you've had enough. I know I need some. . Really huh, do you want some of this?. Do you wanna try?. . Do you think that you've had enough?.
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0. . Offended by my obscenity. Mouthful of soap cleansing me. Asking for a little empathy. Mouth is stained, please let me. . Breathe. Don't breathe.
Come and take a look at what I got inside. Steppin' up to me will make you question your mind. So step up step up and eat a piece of your pride. Even the big look kind of small.
Tell me what you wish to do?. You know that your wish most likely will not come true. Not to worry because your life has been one big disappointment anyway.
Make up your mind, what's your decision. Don't say that to me, looking back to before. Was it me that pushed you out the door?. Now I am the one that you want to meet.
I tested your patience. Without you even knowing. So I continued to throw words. Around carelessly. . I knew how to get you off certain words. Evoked this beast from you.
I can't understand. What I do wrong half the time. My judgment is blurred. From this last year of defeat. . I never once acted like. This before I met you.
with a simple blink of an eye. the trupeter stops. he has run out of breath. he dtops to his knees. to regain his breath. panting and gasping for as much air.
To the author of this dream. I can't say I know all the answers. I'm short on so many things. But I know the choices we make will make us who we are. .
To the author of this dream. To the maker of these wings I will fly with tonight. Words fail to touch my thanks. They hold no weight and leave us cold.
Leave the past. And set pace high for the future. We're making our way. This makes me believe in us again. . Persevere. Hold these bonds at strong. Ignite the fire.
Anywhere I go. Anywhere my feet take me. Your compassion never fails me. . I've got so far away. Alone and close to giving up. Can I lay down these ways, not in vain?.