beating my head up against a brick wall
that is how I breathe
pulling back is like inhaling
pain is like exhaling
walking to a drummer of my own making
that is how I roll
one step foward
three steps back and to the right
How is it that with the truth I still walk into walls?
How is it that with the way I still stumble and fall?
I am tired of this…
I am fed up with feeling…
Why can’t I get up?
Why can’t I?
The words are there
The way has been written
Yet I hurt, I bleed
The life is been sacrificed
The love has been free
Yet I stumble, I crack
I live with the replays and the freeze frames
I always do it again
I always fall
I speak in riddles and rhymes
Never understanding
Never understood
How is it with forgivness I can’t forgive myself
How is it with guidance I can’t find the words
I am in pain…
I am undone…
Why can’t I speak?
Why can’t I?
The way is there
The path has been written
Yet I cry, I shout
The past has been erased
The peace is been rained down
Yet I bend, I stop
When will I break this?
