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.
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