Lost
Lost
I degrade myself in trying to fit in
No one has ever sacrificed for me
What have I sacrificed?
Bits and pieces of me
Chiseled block
Under the covers
Claiming we're brothers
My character is dissected
By amateurs
So I will show them
Not owe them
I will entertain them
Not maintain them
I will shelter them
I will be me
Not them
What has been sacrificed for me?
If anything,
I apologize
I did not mean to take away from your normal day
Do I belong to you?
Was it wrong of me to?
I'm like the third ball
Suddenly you gotta juggle
How I need a warm breeze
None of this is really real
But I could use a warm breeze
Salt air and palm trees
Mmmmmmmmmmmmm
I can feel the heat
And hear the breeze
Rustling in the palms leaves
I say mother
You say milk
I say comfort
We agreed on silk
Are we back to this again?
Man, I thought you married your friend
Who ever said that might want to think again
I degrade myself every time I'm angry
I degrade myself every time I try to stay
I degrade myself every time I believe it will change
Everyday a little bit is left around town
Rattling and scrambling
Lost
Copyright © Duke Dickson | Year Posted 2025
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