Missing pages of
my stolen dreams
My self-fulfilling prophesy
I can’t escape
what’s come before
The choices I’ve made
Tiny little skeletons hiding
in their secret place
The place I run to
The place I run to
in my mind
And I will run
with the symphony
Of the poor little me
in my head
And I will dance to the
orchestral poundings
Of what used to be you
in my bed
And I will scream
at the flowers
For daring to be blooming
near me
And I’ll wake up tomorrow
not remembering
what I’ve done
And I’ll try my very best
to just be
I replaced the honour given me
With self deceit with apathy
I can’t escape
what’s next to come
The choices I’ll make
Tiny shreds of self respect
left behind
lost in neglect
What have I come to
What have I come to
in my life
And I will run with the symphony
Of the poor little me in my head
And I will dance to the
orchestral poundings
Of what used to be you
in my bed
And I will scream
at the flowers
For daring to be blooming
near me
And I’ll wake up tomorrow
not remembering
what I’ve done
And I’ll try my very best
to just be
So afraid full of fear
Of success of a step
Of not being what I expect
So afraid I hold me near
To my cave my hiding place
Comfort in isolation
And I will run
with the symphony
Of the poor little me
in my head
And I will dance to the
orchestral poundings
Of what used to be you
in my bed
And I will scream
at the flowers
For daring to be blooming
near me
And I’ll wake up tomorrow
not remembering
what I’ve done
And I’ll try my very best
to just be