Somewhere along the journey
He grew tired of
Explaining to
People why they should pick him,
Why he was good enough.
And everyone fell away
Except the ones who were meant to stay;
Love.
Somewhere along the journey
He grew tired of
Explaining to
People why they should pick him,
Why he was good enough.
And everyone fell away
Except the ones who were meant to stay;
Love.
Sometimes i fall
Before my hand
Reaches the light switch.
Before i even reach the door.
Before i can raise my head.
Depleted of my own life energy
From fighting my own self,
In constant battle
With my own unseen
Forces.
I fall finished
Before the day has
Even
Begun.