This one I called "Battle of the Inside."
Sometimes I want to scream as loud as I can
I want to punch hole in the wall with my hand
Put a frown on my face that would pierce through eyes
Use a tone in my voice they would all despise
No matter what route I chose it wouldn’t mean a thing
It would just be over looked, not heard, a big nothing
It doesn’t matter she’ll get over it, just a phase
If they only knew the build it has, they would be amazed
Everyone has a breaking point that is eventually reached
It just so happens that mine has yet to be breached
It’s coming though I feel it, day by day, hour by hour
My heart becomes accustomed to beating without power
I am defeated and fighting a battle that’s already won
Not by me but the army of everything that’s already done
What can I do to change the past, present and what to come
Is there even a point anymore, whats done is done
Take some more medication, write in your blog
Do all these tasks to numbly move you along
I don’t want to, I want to live and scream out loud
I want to be better, and do what makes me proud
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