I’m scared to lose the careless ness
I’m scared to gain control
I feel like our lives are such a mess
I’m not strong enough to let go
I’m reckless and claim ignorance
I’m on the edge of safe
Or believe that I am
Should I wrap my life in plastic?
Where did I find directions to this place?
If I keep moving I won’t be caught up
If I keep talking maybe you will shut up
I want to be uninhibited
I want to embrace the feeling of being totally fucked up
If I cry my tears will stream down and never stop
They become soft spots on my skin
I’ll never let you see these drops
I’m sorry I can’t let you in
Saturday, April 12, 2008
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