Saturday, January 8, 2011

Song 2

Old habits, they just won't die. Stuck in my rut as the world passes me by. Even when I think I've changed it's the way it always goes. It's hard when messing up is all that you know. I wish I could bring myself to show them just how much that I really care. I wish I could bring myself to let them know how much I'd miss them if they weren't there. Nine times out of ten I can't express myself in the mediums that I should be able to and nine times out of ten I can't find a way to convey my emotions to you .There's ten thousand tons of pressure crushing my soul, from the secrets I have that can never be told. Ten thousand tons of pressure resting on my conscience, from the lies I have told at my own expense. Ten thousand tons of pressure preventing me, from being the person who I really want to be. Ten thousand tons of pressure weighing on my mind, I'm lying when you ask me how I am and I just say "fine". Why is it that anger is the only emotion that strikes easily from my tongue?. So quick to judge on what they haven't instead of what they've done .It's never been my intention to be so detached and so reserved. It's not the way I wanted to be and it's not the treatment that you deserve. But I feel like we're from different worlds, it's different now, it's different to what you've already endured because what used to be so simple back then has become so obscured. Someday, someone like me won't be considered a failure.

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