I can't stand these wasted years
the things Ive done have brought me to
my knees
and when I come to think
of all the ways I recognise my self
I
Try to breathe, and
I
try to see
Try to get a glimpse of me
and when the dark takes over
and there is nothing left to see
I hope one day that I'll be thankful
for the the sun the sky the trees
and all the ways that
I
I won't let you down
I won't begin to give up now
that my voice is found
and all these things keep sailing round my head
again I'm brought back to
a time when I still felt a little hope
and maybe some fear
for being left out on my own
and I
don't think I'd be afraid no more
cus I recognise that fear is
just my motivation
just a way to grasp the situation
and you
you
don't think I know this
do you?
you
don't see that I'm in charge of me
and when I fall into your line
this time
will you feel that I'm
right back at the start of all this now
I
would like to save this time
for now
for then and in between
somehow I lost
the plot a bit
but I still feel the weight of all this
doubt shouting out of me
silently