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potential song lyrics |
| When did conversation become something I dread Heavy, heavy thoughts crowd the spaces in my head They hold me down as I fight for sleep in my bed The whites of my eyes now permanently shaded red I’ve found little comfort in not being alone It hasn’t changed my own self-directed condescending tone Often times it merely seems an emotional slump At others it’s clear that my heart is deeply sunk You don’t have to tell me, I know that I am wrong Relief is temporary though it comes on so strong I’ve become disgusted by my own self pity I guess I could just be like everyone else and blame this fucking city Uncertainty of what lies ahead remains ever daunting My hopes and desires, it is constantly haunting Wasting opportunity in vicious philosophy Ultimately I find no peace, no mental therapy I must invest my time in what’s real to me Things to be loved, things I can see Do not sympathize, do not criticize I know it is my fault But I won’t let it be my demise There’s too much convincing me otherwise |