Trapped In a Daze
I'm skippin' the small talk since it doesn't work anymore
I'm quiet all the time and it's from the fear of uttering the wrong words
I'm always in a daze
My mind always attempts to bring back memories
happier moments of my past instead of dwelling on my present
Melancholy, depression
fortunately, there's somethin' new to me
who can make me laugh, make me cry
make me see the reason why the sun shines
until we've started a war without a winner
This war is getting out of hand; how can I...no, no, no
how can we move this mountain between us
Bad days and this trapping haze will be the death of me
Course, of bloody course, it's near impossible
to escape the maze of my thoughts
Give me the strength to break the silence and…
and to tear down this obstacle, will I be happier?
here's hoping for my pride won't allow me the luxury
to call it quits, end this now on even terms
I'm so tired of waging a war with my words
My promises feel like cannons without ammo
window dressing to feel intimidating, important
yet hollow after all…
I can't let that happen, not to the one that made me fall...
Copyright © Andrus Cassian | Year Posted 2019
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