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There is an untapped well inside my mind
But so many excuses that I hide behind
There are so many songs to write and things to say
I can feel it like a fire in my bones and in my mind
I’ll try and give it a shot but the feeling isn’t there
I wish I could get it out but I can’t seem to care
There’s just too much, and I can’t get it right
There’s just too much going up in there
I’m tired of trying to make sense
I’m tired of trying to rhyme
It doesn’t mean anything
To make it end on a dime
It’s too easy to be depressed
We’ve all been there to the brink
It’s harder to take us back
And have it mean anything
Some will say this is dark or deep and obscure
Well I hate that some will say it’s poetically pure
When you stare at the abyss it stares right back
Then what’s right and delightful become the obscure
I don’t need to swear and I don’t need to scream
And I hate that you won’t really get what I mean
I’m tired of the point and the pointless goals
I’ve had so much of that I could easily scream
I know they want answers because so do I
The problem is they keep living a lie
They will fight for the right to do the wrong
And I know it so well because so do I
I’m tired of trying to make sense
I’m tired of trying to rhyme
It doesn’t mean anything
To make it end on a dime
It’s too easy to be depressed
We’ve all been there to the brink
It’s harder to take us back
And have it mean anything
Hope is not what they wanted all along
They wanted me to sing them a feel good song
Well I won’t and I can’t it won’t do any good
They’ve focused on themselves the abyss all along
If you stare at yourself, you’ll soon catch your gaze
Then choice and decision become a gray haze
Well there’s black and white but our lives are gray
Because our own problems keep stealing our gaze
I’m tired of trying to make sense
I’m tired of trying to rhyme
It doesn’t mean anything
To make it end on a dime
It’s too easy to be depressed
We’ve all been there to the brink
It’s harder to take us back
And have it mean anything
