I'm far too afraid,
Of how my words feel so mean,
To my dark passenger I'm enslaved,
It is just too hard to come clean.
The separation I have made,
From the feeling we once shared,
I'm far too afraid,
Of how little it seems I've cared.
I hate the way this sits,
In this burying flood,
It is the pain that fits,
In the mess of boiling blood.
We've made a mess of things,
My, what a mess I've caused,
And the feeling just stings,
How the happiness we've lost.
I'm far too afraid,
To smile or even wish,
As a dizzy dreamer I prayed,
That my life wouldn't end up like this.
I'm far too afraid,
Of the future and past,
In life I have a failing grade,
It can never last.
I hate the way this sits,
In this burying flood,
It is the pain that fits,
In the mess of boiling blood.
We've made a mess of things,
My, what a mess I've caused,
And the feeling just stings,
How the happiness we've lost.
There is nothing to believe of,
When your eyes have only cried,
I need your love,
Like a boy needs his mother's side.
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