I don't free climb. But I don't put past, what I put to my mind. Going for the steep. Reach up and conquer the peak. And when I've finally done it. I mean reaching the summit.
Too deep for the shallow. For time will not allow. To rewrite when you weren't strong. To come back, to move on. Or retrace the past. To be restless, not aimless.
One two you skip a few. When you've been there. But they pass over you and the finish line. Is not in view for you. There's no short cuts. Just long shots & deep cuts.
You are you and I am me. And you are not me. So don't think you know me. And what you want to know. Feel free to ask. I won't be disingenuous. Or less than forthcoming.
Could you tell, through my eyes what I was seeing?. Through my heart what I was feeling?. Cause it's not fake. It's real and I wouldn't ask you to change a thing.
Out of the light, into the night. Beyond the horizon tonight. What's in a blank stare?. Here, but far from here. Thoughts that bring me back to there.
In the moment. Tend to lose it. Try and remember. The next time you come through. Life has sorrows, that tend to follow. You, you're whole life through.
All aboard to the train to nowhere. revolving tracks, that always retract. there's no looking back. All aboard to the train to nowhere. . Zero to sixty in twelve seconds flat.
It's not hard to believe. But you will find me. Somewhere between. The pen and the sword. . Related. . Match These Taylor Swift Songs to Her Ex-Boyfriends.
The umbrella collapsed. Under the weight of the water. Now I can't be collared. For I am unchained. And all that remains. Is more of the same. Now take it back or feel my pain.
The mortal in me is the enemy. Battle wary, beneath the balcony. And somewhere unseen. I stare out at the sea and I hear. Voices. What calls to me is beyond the deep.
Less a villain, more anti-hero. I walk the streets, don't live in fear of. What's around the corner. Well it comes without warning. And I'll see the morning come.
Not today, no not today. It won't be me, no it wont be me. Yesterday, learning from history. But it won't be me. No it won't be me. The victim, I'm not the victim.
My heart is unpure. But I am not sure. I'm just stuck behind enemy. Lines that are blurred. I am disturbed, but undeterred. I'm just living my life, trying to be heard.
It's so easy, just to see. What the world, done to me. I don't drive, I just work. Does it show, that I hurt?. Tell someone, you'd be the first. This hurt I've known.
When it's last call, call on me. For a ride out of sympathy. When you're not straight. And you can't see. The winding road. For the long way home. When it's last call, call on me.
Time ends. Life ends. Rhyme ends. String bends. Belief, suspend. Time will pass. This life will pass. This rhyme will pass. This too will pass. Retrace footsteps.
One day you'll wake up and ask. "Why did you stop playing?". I felt I owed it to you to tell you why I started. Celebrate my misery. All in all, life's got to me.
You say you're coming home. But you won't say when. A simple little answer is a means to an end. Stretch the truth and bend the rules. Bend til it breaks.
Hold it together when I come undone. Trying to find my way, in a world without sun. You left me this way, from the world I'm shunned. I'm Alone Here. I walk my own path, going out of my way.