Confidence- Repercussions

emptiness

Calm down just for a minute

And recollect the way you been living

With these fears and these thoughts

Of what you've been missing

The people the places the times the faces

all these memories you can't erase em

no matter how you try

the emptiness makes you wanna die

fulfillment at your own cost

if you think you're own your own

a million miles from home

feeling out of place for moving forward

take control, don't be a coward

there's no way you can go downward

from how deep you've sunk

into this world of junk

confidence

material possessions are your source

of recollection, and affection

never shows itself anymore

hiding behind a bolted/locked door

that face of irony lurking behind me

sardonic feelings met with foolish pleasures

isn't everyone looking for the same buried treasure?

how can you measure another mans worth,

when your sense of self is at it's worst?

there's gotta be some hope at the end of the road

i can't live like this, all alone

loneliness

if you think you're own your own

a million miles from home

feeling out of place for moving forward

take control, don't be a coward

there's no way you can go downward

from how deep you've sunk

into this world of junk

sadness

but when it comes down to it

i guess i've remained truthful

to myself, my friends, and my family

i've never let anyone mend me

i'm the person that I am today

and this thought alone gives me hope to say

maybe i'll make it out alive

maybe i'll slow down and take the time

to enjoy everything i've taken for granted

in this life that i've wasted

being myself, and shutting the world out

but my confidence has left me with a sense of doubt

about being on my own, on the road

no sense of home, just feeling alone

confidence can't be your best friend

but i guess we're all alone in the end.

repercussions

if you think you're own your own

a million miles from home

feeling out of place for moving forward

take control, don't be a coward

there's no way you can go downward

from how deep you've sunk

into this world of junk

is that a light at the end of the tunnel?

or a strong force that i cannot pummel?

am i strong enough to withstand the storm?

or will i regret myself ever being born?