break

here i lay ready to sleep
hope its forever and a day
poor ole me, saltey bath of misery
i dont know what ive gotten into
whoa is me! licking my wounds
bathing in clorox bleach

guess my paths were never chosen wisley
guess ive never really gave a good goddamn
guess ive never really had a grasp on spirituality
guess ive never really known who i am

tired of being this way
never rested, too busy protesting this desert heat
i dont know if i should just give in
lay down and cook in the sun
dehydrated between zero and none
full off my wounds maybe the wolves will want some

guess ive never accepted anything
guess ive never really sang to your tune
guess ive never really trusted you
guess ive never really saw the sky as all that blue

the light of a million rites come on let it shine on
the past dictates what the future holds
so take me to a galaxy where this isnt true
where this could never be
so i can have a chance to believe
so these aliens arent all judging me

my break down
time to breakout

Reviews

[Carey Lenehan]

Your work just cries out to be sung. Good poetic lyrics here and a strong theme well carried through. Perhaps the world is a harsh place, but this alien judges you very highly. Nice words.