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I usually return to this place when there's a lot of confusion
which is probably why I am here
Im a little lost
And I need some since of direction
Ive been thinking about changes
I need to better myself
Focus more
I need to get away from here |
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your always searching for that reason....
but dont panic...
how come you act like you dont care at all....
its not supposed to feel this way...
so let go and jump in....
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Im so scared about the future and I want to talk to you
but you're out of my reach
Take a picture of something you see
place it before my eyes
In the future where will I be
things have become so unsure
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| Darling, stop confusing me,
with your wishful thinking.
Hopeful embraces,
Don't you understand?
I have to go through this,
I belong to here where no-one cares,
and no-one loves.
No light no air to live in,
a place called hate,
The City of Fear.
I play dead,
It stops the hurting.
I play dead,
and the hurting stops.
It's sometimes just like sleeping,
curling up inside my private tortures.
I nestle into pain,
Hug suffering,
caress every ache
I play dead, It stops the hurting |
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