The pressure is endless, the tension is pounding. Life change after life change, its too much for me to take. While mourning the loss I am forced to celebrate new life. Celebrate new life. When is it too much? When is it enough? Burrow deep down inside, somewhere, anywhere, a place to hide. Im collapsed, about to burn. This will end me, set me ablaze. I am about to burn, I am about to explode. I cant take much more of this. Where is my way out? Waiting for this page to turn, I cant even bear the silence. Where is the ringing in my ears to sing me to sleep? Where are those who feel what I feel? Why cant I see the lights shining down on me? Home will always be where my heart lives, where it belongs, But this is, this is my way out. This is our home away from home. Pouring our hearts across the stage with every word we sing together. Screaming our anthem with one another. The open road is what I need to breathe freely; free me. The open road is what I need to breathe freely; free me.
Posted on: Thu, 16 Oct 2014 05:27:18 +0000
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