Friday, July 24, 2009
I think I've lost it this time
I'm nearly sure.
Still hanging on,
The skin of my teeth might be my salvation
And all the things I said were true
I lied only to myself
I still do, I still fake it.
I can't even believe I'm doing this.
This shameful facade,
the playful charade
has to end, has to die
I have no sight.
All we can see is all we can hear
Where do we draw the line between
monotony and mindless nothingness
spinning cogs that mean nothing
The parade will keep on rolling
The charade will tumble and stagger
It's all see through
It's all the fucking worst
We are all tied to this
Trying to keep our heads up,
the struggle and the bitter fight,
We throw away all we were given,
all we had the privilege to ignore.
Just give me a fucking reason.