Beaten by life's routine, will you escape? |
Living breathing tired. Routine I do not know Working day by day For nothing I do show My life is in its grave Adventure knows not I Forever let it pass Dare I let it die? Coming back to life I see what I have missed Living in routine The soul I did remiss Once a golden moment Remembered in a word Now a secret hidden Never to be heard Living without glass Forgetting who I am Will I be forgotten? Or known as just a sham? Who am I right now And where have I gone Living breathing tired My life is not my own. Routine has taken over My path is on the track The routine of never after Never to go back Marriage kids and family Life passes by Time I never find For the one that I call I Will it ever change? Eat work and sleep Am I who I was? Or am I in too deep Does he know I’m real? Or would he even care To know the one I am The one I never share The bitter beaten heart Cold and to the point Oblivious of the moment A couple not joint Together we are silent Dealing with who we are not Living as a character Truth I have forgot Lies so deep I tread Never to reveal The truth of who I am Is it even real? Love for me not I The character does he know The routine I call my life The life is just a show So if I am not I And this routine is just an act Can he love the character With the missing fact The fact I am not her The one she always plays The actress in the home The housewife all the days Mother child and family Busy to extreme This life is not the truth The truth I will redeem Revealing who I am A fear I’ve always had Living in a dream Never seemed so bad Fantasy character today Working through the week Housewife when your home Just innocent young and meek In control I seem When you see me on the track The routine is such a path I never can go back Beaten to the core My soul is like the path Cold and to the point Witholding all my wrath The past I keep behind me Hidden in the dark Like eerie sounds and shadows You see within the park Never will they leave As the routine does not turn way Forgotten for a moment Till death does turn us gray Will I die myself Or just the character I became The routine has taken over I hide my face in shame Broken tired and bored Simply put alone Never understood By the one I call my own I sit here in silence What does this all mean? My life has been taken over By the path of life’s routine |