on a clear day when everything seems so visible
i can't see you
even when the lights are on and i think i am not alone
i can't see you
i am rigged with thoughts of the past
even though i fight to break free
but you are there lingering all around me
How do i deal with the memories that dont release me
How do i confront the ghosts that haunt me
and exorcise the demons that scare me
Maybe if i pray for wings i can escape
fly so far away that i get lost
but i am like the long lost sister of icarus
using the wrong wax
you are like a guilty pleasure
an addiction i am constantly seeking
willing to sell my blood my soul and my mind
just to get back to that moment
why is your comfort my discomfort
that i find comfort in....
so screwed up in the head right now
i am wanting to free fall backwards off the tallest building
I am talking crazy talk
all off a memeory....
i can't live my life this way
but wheres the voodoo doctor that
can break me off of this spelll
crushed by the boulders of my pain
finding salvation in my pain....
should i let it burn
should i walk into the fire and find resolution in the flame...
what is this thing
what is this pain
what is this confusion
this anger this resentment i feel
oh yes.....i think they called it LOVE......
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