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Unsure
« Thread started on: Nov 17th, 2008, 2:16pm »
I used to be somebody else Times would arise when I felt complete Now I wonder how I lost control Piecing together the mistakes I’ve made
I used to call the shots Without questioning myself at all Today, I wake up to find Yesterday could’ve been better If I felt alive
A moment ago I forgot to breathe Then my thoughts ran out on me And I realized I’ve become so numb Unsure of what got me here
I close my eyes before I lay down And try to remember my hometown Thinking of those footsteps that led me here And why all along I had no fear When for some reason, I seem to be terrified Because my past isn’t letting me go Now I wonder how I lost control
People see right through me I wish I wasn’t transparent Crippled days Will soon blossom into Glory
My reflection waits For the day I return Just a little bit scared right now I used to be somebody else
I close my eyes before I lay down And try to remember my hometown Thinking of those footsteps that led me here And why all along I had no fear When for some reason, I seem to be terrified I’m not letting go I’m just unsure of what got me here
I close my eyes before I lay down And try to remember my hometown Thinking of those footsteps that led me here And why all along I had no fear When for some reason, I seem to be terrified I’m not letting go I’m just unsure of what got me here
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"...Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand..." (the Skin Horse)
Re: Unsure
« Reply #1 on: Aug 30th, 2009, 11:33pm »
I can relate to this one, i especially like the first verse. The feeling of losing yourself without a definitive explanation as to why is a terrible one to have. I thought you wrote this one really well, the repetition at the end was a nice touch for the peice.
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