Sitting here in my living room, just got off of work
My feet feel like rotting flesh, breath is coming short
Situations unavoidable, time repeats still
yet the years creep up slowly and time I can’t kill
People claim the future unpredictable and bright
yet clearly I can see my future on this Friday night
Beer bottle on the table, trash on T.V.
this town is slowly darker, reaping life, killing me
Money makes the world go round, and I spin too fast
should the future burn brighter than my weary past
so far one can fall before they bounce back
somehow I feel that bounce will hit me in the ass
candle burning faster at both of it’s ends
will they reach each other before I make a plan
too many ways to run, but nowhere to hide
vulnerable and scared sitting here tonight
this is not what I invisioned, this is not what I wished
so many things have happened since I’ve felt bliss
Please God show me a path
Please God help me shine
4/01/2008 03:02:00 PM
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