that i cant handle crisis
and its true, im mad
but i just cant live like this
i belong outside of these
stifling restrictions
somewhere i can endulge in
my unhealthy addictions
i long
to not give a care
but strive to
make my way there
caught in the middle of
a demise and an uprise
trying to decide
if i truly favor moonrise
caught in the middle of
a breakdown and a takedown
i cant decide if i love
or immensely loathe the countdown
flying is for the trapped
eventually theyll come down
so i would rather swim
knowning that i wont drown
i want to be caught
just to get the satisfaction
the war that is fought
is to win a reaction
adrenaline
is my
heroine
cold air
is my
loving stare
i guess its kind of sad
that i cant handle crisis
and it true: im mad
but i just cant live like this
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