Old stuff of mine 4…
What If?
What should I do with all these dreams inside?
Should I ignore them?
Should I toss them aside?
But if it hurts to bad to do it?
Teach me how I can make myself forget…
These feelings grow stronger each day
My head is caving in
The craving is too much to stand
Feels like I’m siking in
But what if?
My skin burns in pain
It hurts to much to dream
But what if?
I hear a voice screaming inside my head
The thoughts are mixed up to what’s not there
Blinded by bottled up emotions
I watch myself from afar
Wondering what’s real and what’s not
The craving is too much to stand
I die within your hands
Like a butterfly trapped in your palms
Struggling to be left free
To fly away from here
But what if?
My skin burns in pain
It hurts to much to dream
But what if?
Nothing is what it seems
I try to run free
What if?
What if it hurts too bad to be left alone
To be left forgotten, to not be strong
What if what we mean is never what we think?
What if all this is just a bad dream?