I’ve done many things I am not so proud of
Many things I will never speak of
If God is really listening he already said he forgives
So do I just forget?
Do I walk the road many men have paved?
A one way street that mounts silence until the grave
I’ll never be able to let this demon out
Is this demon just my soul?
Do I choose to be good or be evil?
If I just choose to be in the middle will I always be this mundane?
If this is the greatest question that marks the phrase “what I want to be…”
I’m so confused, but when I’m with you it’s easy to stay motivated
When I can keep you around and not discouraged by if I’m ready, if I’m brave
So walking the road it is
"Pick your head up Leo it’s not so bad
There’s an end in this book, but the manuscript goes on and on and on
And if you’re so sad we got a pill for you”
I didn’t choose to live in this world I was just ripped into it
Some days are easier than others to make the best of it
And down with the day laying in my bed
My life flashes before my eyes before I slip into a pit
The deepest of sleep and the the most unnatural of dreams
Days where I save myself
Nights where I’m so weak I can barely speak
Will I ever take the time to appreciate when I have the upper hand?
Will I leave this place as miserable as I remember crying at some Virginia beach
Lying to my mother why I was so sad, because to this day I have no idea
The colors just went away
I was something like 8 or 9 years
18 years later and I just started to see what life breaths
I am still taking things for granted
Realizing I am not all alone, someone cares for me
Only makes me so sad I regret my every emotion
It’s something like deciding to go out big or just wither away
Will I ever decide to finish what I start?
If not there is not big ending
I’ll just wither away