DesperationI wonder how many days you've spent feeling lost.More Like This
Thinking that you're going somewhere.
Never actually getting anywhere.
You look at the same four walls over and over again.
You can paint them in different colours,
But you know they're still the same.
And you convince yourself that you're making progress,
Nothing's changed, but you're making progress.
Things are getting worse, but you're making progress.
And then you wake up and realise,
That shit has hit the fan...
Suddenly you're forced to do the things you couldn't,
The kind of things that you were never comfortable with.
And you find out you can do them.
You find out that the only reason you couldn't,
Was because you were afraid to try.
It's hard - trying to take that first step.
It's hard - trying to convince yourself to take that chance.
.just try not toMore Like This
that memory, that one
wolf that calls
for the rest
of the pack;
you'll spend all
with them inside
The abyssHope flourishes in me like a diseaseMore Like This
It flows through me
And I'm powerless to stop it
It feels so sweet it's sickening
But soon it turns to despair
And like acid it rips me asunder
I can only find comfort in your voice
Slowly pulling me under
Syllable after syllable leaves your lips
Your tongue serenades me
And then that too is gone
And the darkness I found so comforting
Turns to an abysmal depth
I'm breaking apart
but the pressure holds me together
Stripped and powerless
My own mind tortures me
All this happens in a moment
My friends look on
No one knows where my time was spent
No realization will dawn
I destroy the abyss
I recreate myself
This will catch up with me someday
I'll breakdown and rip at the seams
But it's not yet that act of the play
And toward the dark I careen.
ParkBenchesI am confused.More Like This
By lyrics in songs
sung by people who don't make sense
about feelings that don't fit into context
By the simplest occurrences that happen every single day
None of it makes a bit of sense
I've been sitting on this bench for hours
because people don't bother people sitting on benches.
Maybe because people think they can relate
to the sense of waiting
I mean then you sympathize with that random person
Rather than being suspicious of them
And the longer I sit here, the more people simply don't make sense.
Like this one guy who keeps running around the path
I think he's exercising
but he looks like he is dying
Suddenly, my darlingBut my Darling, I don't understand why,More Like This
Every time I want to write something that makes you happy
I always find in my own words,
Tears and the unceasing pain!
You suddenly laugh - and I suddenly cry.