Tuesday 6 December 2016

If you don't do it I will.

Always a stranger in a strange place, On a knife blade And I'm the one pushing myself off the edge. Troubled by self doubt, Too much time alone, To scared to let it out, But I can't leave it alone. I would follow my dreams But then, I can't sleep, And it's the same merry go round When I'm weak. Burnt myself one time to many, Now I don't warm myself by the fire, Na I learnt to stay away. And my yoke is heavy Or maybe I just got carried away Chasing shadows When will I learn, Sadly like a candle, To shine I have to burn. And melted, as the older I get The more ghosts hunt the bed. And it doesn't really matter, Just forget everything I said.