I have this heart full of fear
Stuck in this room without windows
Why must I fight on?
I pick up my head, but I always face down.
Tell me why should I walk up right,
When I continue to fall?
How do you know?
Tell me why I should believe that
Everything will turn out alright?
How do you know?
Everything gets worse.
When they should be getting better.
What is the point of going on,
When doing nothing at all?
What is holding me down?
If I can’t stand up for what is right.
What is the point of living.
If I keep faking it,
What is the point of life?
Why should continue to stand tall,
When all I do is nothing?
I can rise against all the worries.
I can stand up for what is wrong.
What is the point of believing,
When everything I do is wrong?
Why do I continue to take these hits?
Why can’t I say I don’t hurt no more?
When can I say I am alright,
And I can say I don’t have to fight?
I can wipe this slate clean.
I can run away free.
I can say that I'm fine again, but many words that I speak don't seem to come true. I could be just like you, but these dreams will never come true. I could be all alone, but I would never survive this worthless world. I can run away, but this pain will always follow by my side. I can say a lot of things, but that doesn't mean that anyone would listen. I can walk up right, but that doesn't mean that I won't be thrown to the ground. I still have so much to lose, I don't know what to do. I can say that I'm fine again, but my words might be lies. I'm going to be fine, One day, Too Late, I'm in hell.
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