the unknown is catching up to me,
with all of It's creepiness and way too slowly
that It's strangling my hopes and urge to believe
in a solid way of destroying my misery.
and in times like these
i find myself in the memories
from simpler days and the summer breeze
of my youth that was too peculiar
but wouldn't it be lovely to see something familiar?
setting up the time to when It was just easier
to love,to lose and to get back up on my feet
changing fleets so fastly that I forget about the defeat
that comes as the rejection brings It's spleen
I want to write my verses with the heart of a naive girl
but I can't and that's what hurts the most
I pour on the speed without looking into the side mirrors
trying to ignore the glistening new doubts flying like spears
overlooking every sudden word but focusing on faded pages
because I simply want to run away from the sentence
''How did I even end up here?''
It's effortless to treat my mind like It's a cemetry
Old lovers can't talk,past bullies can't get to me
They have nothing to say but I have no reason to stay
Other than feeling safer than I do out there
My past is my scarecrow
That deters my fears away
I'm terrified of letting go
But they are slowly fading into the light of day
Lord give me strength
To face what I have
Do I have to be one,myself?
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