Fear of living life alive
What is this sense
that makes us stop?
what is it , we fear?
Ignorence only has contol…
Thers nothing left to shear…
Why cant I run wild with the wolfes
Howling in the nigth
safe in my cave braided with beeds..
keeping away from ligth
I feel so small
I am to kind
Your feesting on, my words
Drowning slowly ,, I fall behind
washing your yesterday’s shirts,
Feast on my soal , feast on my heart
Clear all the whits from my mind..
My flesh is bear,,my senses are rear
Im done with the urge to be kind
I cant see my life as anything real
Vaisted my nigths and my pain…
Pushing myself never to feel
Beleaving I am insane,
Pushing myself never to feel
Beleaving I am insane,
that makes us stop?
what is it , we fear?
Ignorence only has contol…
Thers nothing left to shear…
Why cant I run wild with the wolfes
Howling in the nigth
safe in my cave braided with beeds..
keeping away from ligth
I feel so small
I am to kind
Your feesting on, my words
Drowning slowly ,, I fall behind
washing your yesterday’s shirts,
Feast on my soal , feast on my heart
Clear all the whits from my mind..
My flesh is bear,,my senses are rear
Im done with the urge to be kind
I cant see my life as anything real
Vaisted my nigths and my pain…
Pushing myself never to feel
Beleaving I am insane,
Pushing myself never to feel
Beleaving I am insane,