The Curse of Many To the Audience of One
Help me out here
by leaving me alone here
Yeah I'm over it, you could say that I'm over everything
I just have one small problem
I just need to figure out the spaces in mu mind
vacant, a confusing mystery
I'm clueless and it all seems so pointless, useless
I'm drowning out all I know
could it be a lie
Nothing has really changed
I've made, still known, pleas
I just don't want to be alone
yet contradictory I leave myself to silence
Advice is my own worst enemy
I just rely on myself and crushing sleep
to help me forget though it's true I cannot
My brain and heart constructed a statue
out of memories and clay in the center of me
Am I going crazy
why deny it when I've shown it
Am I useless or is it all in my head
why deny it when I know it's true
I can't let it go
I still wish to hold on
even though I told myself I would never return
Somebody eradicate my death grip on this
and throw me in violent seas to wake me up
allow me to shake it out and let it go
I can feel it in my heart
but I just want to scream to the world
This can't go on
but the curse of the shadow
curse of the ghost
curse of the broken hearted
curse of the illusionist
curse of the hopeless romantic
curse of the kid hanging from a tree
prohibits me from living the life of the carefree
just restrictions and conflictions
no one else can see that I wear, that I bear
the curse of many to the audience of one
Copyright © Andrus Cassian | Year Posted 2016
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