Weakerthan

More stuff, and things.

For reasons we cannot fathom
What some call fate
Others call destiny
Call it what you want
The only comfort in this run down place
When you're stripped of defenses
Being so dependent
Feeling so alone
Each step taken towards the ideals of
Finding some sort of completion
Only seems to bring about unforseen complications
Leaving you feeling vulnerable
But, what are you so afraid of?
For things we cannot form words to explain
What some say are better left unsaid
What consumes us in silence
Come on...just say it
You'll be relieved when you open up
Keep it close like the empty promises never kept
No, it doesn't feel like anything
With all this time lingering undefined
To let go of those harmful inhibitions
Used to protect your bruised ego
That turned that heart of gold to stone.