Call out all my demons Tell them I wont take the fall Im sick of all these headaches From banging my head against the wall I wrap myself in cellophane To blend in to the streets And I wont tell where Im Hiding until the blood gets to my feet So today Im waking up to find That all I held inside Wasnt worth it Im living out my broken dreams Im flying with a crippled wing And my life keeps on tearing at the seams But I will fall until I find myself stuck in the middle Till I’m stuck in the middle Im falling into circumstances I cannot control Its stomping out my politics and eating at my soul I cough the dust out of my lungs And spit it down drain I reach inside my head and pull the cobwebs from my brain Im living out my broken dreams Im flying with a crippled wing And my life keeps on tearing at the seams But I will fall until I find myself stuck in the middle Cross my heart and hope for the end Look under the boards that are starting to bend Loosen the rope slipping over my head Either I’m free or I’m already dead So take me over Take me closer Is it over? Cross my heart and heart and hope for the end Either I’m free or I’m already dead
Posted on: Fri, 19 Sep 2014 10:41:31 +0000
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