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Convictions. |
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Lost direction. |
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Once a fielded dream, |
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controlled by the heat within, |
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cold could not withstand pressure to keep the sky in my hand. |
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Now a failing breeze grabs a hold and pulls me down. |
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Hands have turned to clay gripping the hope that lives inside. |
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I move on praying for a way to save my own will. |
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Time falls whisked away with each breath I take. |
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Falling into time. |
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A waste, an endless torture sealing a fate of nothing. |
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Dark times how do I conquer a life now chains. |
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Go onward is the only method. |
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Forget the pain and face our progression on. |
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Survival is vital. |
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In pain we succeed. |
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How did I lose my convictions? |
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Lost direction. |
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Try to find a hold. |
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Certain steps are led astray. |
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Seems no other space. |
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Forcing me out there's not enough time. |
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Now it's time to bring all I know to help me win. |
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Efforts have gone to hell. |
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Crushing my will to act as the lead. |
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Failed. Fault. Lost. |
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Now climb. |
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Push away fading terms the burn the skin. |
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Saved till' now. |
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Haunts me in each step I take. |
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Times have changed. |
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Overload is bearing down. |
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Face each day circled by what I should have done. |
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Dive. Crime. Loss. |
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Give into time and fall. |
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Procrastination. |
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Fail to follow through with all I must do. |
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Days they fall in shame. |
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I slip in deeper. |
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Confined by the weight that overbears. |
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Stood tall but killed in it's nature. |
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Forced steps I do not care what's there. |
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They can see it in my eyes. |
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I can it in my eyes. |
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Time lies. |
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I am falling further down. |
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I've tried, but landing is hard. |
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Fallen chance. |
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Another lesson. |
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I'll give it all I can. |
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Another lesson. |
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I gave it all I could |
