These city streets…the filth of a million wasted lives.
Thinking of promises made…broken.
I am a ship lost at sea Shall I send out a distress signal? Why would I? Why should I? So peaceful Being alone with my thoughts Floating nowhere Destinations are overrated Have I charted my own loneliness? A disastrous course of my own demise? A sinking vessel Drifting off to a better place Away from this so called human race
Will I ever be able to escape my own head? Maybe when I’m dead Won’t hold my breath The memories of things left unsaid
How will I survive
Without you by my side?
Dreams of holding you tight
(And) You are nowhere in sight
To each their own misery Mine is being a realist trapped inside a fantasy
The sad music plays on Getting louder with each and every con A bleak future, one in which I seek to abscond Will I live to see a brand new dawn?
With this I bid you all farewell Not in the state of mind to talk, if you couldn’t tell Maybe someday, we can all break out of this hell
©2017 Timothy Grassan