Reprisal
Will I wake up tomorrow?
Well, that’s really a question if I want to live
Or give myself up—Yeah, I’d rather die
I’m so tired of running…
How long has it been?
Probably fifteen years or more
I think it’s time to stop being a fugitive
From myself…
From them…
And the rest of the World
I think it’s time to finally do something about this
And murder all of my fears
I think it’s time to make my stand
Or die trying.
God’s a Fool
If it was up to me this would’ve been over years ago
I’m sure of it
Though I often wonder
Did I ever have any control?
No, I never did…
Why am I even here?
This isn’t how it was meant to be
I should’ve been someone somewhere else
A person who isn’t me.
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