I never learned to count my blessings
I choose instead to dwell
In my disasters
I walk on down the hill
Through grass grown tall
And brown and still
It's hard somehow
To let go of my pain
Will I always feel this way
So empty
And estranged??
And of these cut throat busted sunsets
These cold and damp white mornings
I have grown weary
I spoke these words out loud
Would no one hear me??
Will it always feel this way
So empty
So estranged??
Well I looked my demons in the eyes
Said do your best
To destroy me
I've been to hell and back
So many times
I must admit
You kinda bore me
There's a lot of things
That can kill a man
There's a lot of ways
To die
Yes, and some already did
And walk beside me
There's a lot of things
I don't understand
So many people lie
It's the hurt I hide that fuels
The fire inside me
Will I always feel this way
So empty
So estranged??
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