Permanent.

Living in a home that’s better yet a house,

And the only thing I know, I need to get out.

Away from all these liars, dug myself in to the ground,

The sun no longer shines all the beauty that surrounds.

The same old white walls, with these dirty drapes,

Feels incomplete, unclean, living in mistakes.

So who is going to catch you, when you fall?

No, no one ever answers when you call.

 

I see the hurt, and I know there’s more to this,

So I feel burn, even if it’s permanent.

 

The only way out is through the storm of pain,

So I speak my words of wisdom, let them feel the rain.

Living in a lie that’s better yet unknown,

To everyone you’re fine, happiness is shown.

It’s never too late, to change your mind,

Though the clock keeps ticking, you’re never out of time.

So who is going to catch you, when you fall?

No, no one ever answers when you call.

 

I see the hurt, and I know there’s more to this

So I feel the burn, even if it’s permanent.

 

No, no one listens when you want to be heard,

Took all my life and I’m still not sure.

If you want to go far, you’ve got try.

Even if it’s the hardest thing, say goodbye.

 

I see the hurt, and I know there’s more to this

So I feel the burn, even if it’s permanent

Reviews

[Dream Weaver]

Very moving Sarah, To feel trapped and hopeless
makes one yearn to be free...Though pain and or
guilt hampers our decisions ....We can only do
what's best to make a bad situation better...

[Ed Hart]

i know this space, intimately...so pleased you made it to the other side