My depression. Or should I say, dark maze. |
If I were to go, before I am old I hope I make an impression in this world. I hope that my family, above all were told That I tried to live life to the fullest That I tried to reach out, be bold. However People that know me, know That I am not who I tried to be Instead I dwell alone in my cavern Contemplating leaving before I came to be. If I were to go, before I am old I would hope some of the dearest to me Would remember That I loved to laugh and play But instead of balancing, I did what was suggested not I played all day. And in this prison of silence Of not knowing what to say I contemplate seeing the end of my days. If I were to go, before I am old Just know that my prayer is that of Bartender The green that is smoking me Came from the vine that strung Judas From the Devil's tree And part of the struggle Of stepping out of my cavern Is the fear and effort of change. And as the green digs its roots deep in the ground Normal life feels so strange To me. If I were to go, before I am old Anyone feeling the way I am feeling Would understand, regardless of being told That I should not of done what I had done Putting my body to the ground, cold That I did not face my fears, but run run run To the bowels of death Satan, he took a breath And now, I am contemplating death. It seems that my soul is sold. If I were to go, before I am old Sister of mine please don't forget me if I go. If I were to go, before I am old Be brother of mine, please don't forget me if I go. If I were to go, before I am old Lover of mine, please don't stop loving if I go. If I were to go, before I am old Mother of mine, please don't forget me if I go. If I were to go, before I am old Father of mine, push on, love to live life, if I go. Finally If I were to go, before I am old God of mine, love me still if I go. |