I'm not cut out for this
The TV says it's alright
But the paper shows lies
And documents hidden deep
prove they're right
Just like Justin
I keep turning my head
east, west, north
and there's no one
They're all gone.
I borrow Odin's eye
to see if I can peer at my life
but I see no future
Odin was blind
There's nothing in it for me
Each day I get
A little more desperate
I'm not living
I'm wasting away
And each day I die
The more I read
The more I learn
The more I don't care
That I'm here
And I'm all alone
Is this Dante's Hell
What'd I ever do to get here
I know I'm not a saint
but I don't know
If I'm a sinner either
I try responsibility
But they don't want me
And I carry around these weights
I've got Atlas' shoulders
And I can't bear it
I've gotta get out
But there's only one way
To escape this life
I'm too chicken
To pull the trigger
I'm always running on empty
Fill me up
Make me whole
At least fix my leak
And make me better
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