These are intimate thoughts about my life. It's about freedom and taking the easy way out. |
Perhaps, in reality, I am not trapped, anywhere but as I am, I feel like I'm caged I think maybe I was raised in a way That I was convinced solitude is really fair but I live patiently, searching for a day when my brain finally senses that I'm me and that I was not fit to be locked away Perhaps I am Blind and my wings they will make it so much easier to see then my eyes will be open on the world wide because I will fly, and I'll be so, so high.... Am I being crushed by stones now? Or was that when I was younger? Was I the witch then, or was I brought into it? Will all of this go away? I live for every single day, in every way but am I living it wrong now? How? I'm afraid to say anything to them and it drives me insane I'm afraid of their touch, but I need someone to touch.... Why must everyone be so angry when I'm not there way? Why do they insist I ride, if I want to walk today? Is that a crime now? Am I supposed to bow? I don't think I get it you know, And I know I've sunken low, but I'm really all the more, for every day on shore, I'd really like to leave, But leaving is such a heave, and a push I can't endure, but distance is such a lure, Will you remember me? I have to tell you I love you, because if I'm e'er gone, I want you to follow, I'll wait just at the dawn, because the east is beautiful, and They'll never think to go there |