Loosing Ground
I've left everything behind, everything I've known, everything I've counted on to be there. My own personal anchor. Uprooted and moved onto smaller and lesser type things, writing of my incompentencys. I never had it all, would never gave this place a chance. It smothers me.
Can't breath, can't think clearly. Just so lost and confused. People who I thought would care have long forgotten about me. It was almost as if i've never existed, just another face in the crowd.
I've disconnected myself from all familiaritys, built security walls around me, in the summer days- through the haze, I've realized it was just me. No one really there.
I took the farewells, pocked them for my own personal gain, then in time, I was it never did me any good.
And I burned it all along with this place. It smothered me to death.
Can't breath, can't think clearly. Just so lost and confused. People who I thought would care have long forgotten about me. It was almost as if i've never existed, just another face in the crowd.
I've disconnected myself from all familiaritys, built security walls around me, in the summer days- through the haze, I've realized it was just me. No one really there.
I took the farewells, pocked them for my own personal gain, then in time, I was it never did me any good.
And I burned it all along with this place. It smothered me to death.