Sitting back high to make time go by
Why can't I get it right one of these tries
And my dreams fading away when I close my eyes
Everything I've started has ended tragically
I'm always destroying all the good that I see
For some reason I'm out chasing some action
Ducking and dodging all of my life's passion
My clocks ticking, I feel it on the inside
While I'm twisting all the morals that I live by
All because I'm runnin from this pain
Storms clouds following me, I live in the rain
Been ten years since I've seen the sunshine days
I know I gotta man up, take this fight on now
Sweating through the night, I don't know how
I can make it another second, soul screaming out loud
Keep on pushing towards making yourself proud
Time's up, nowhere left to run to
Takes a lot of climbing to get back to the old you
Tired of spending days waiting on my miracle
Feeling spiritual making my life lyrical
If you relate to what I'm saying then stand up
Quit hoping for a chance CREATE YOUR OWN LUCK.
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...tired of spending day waiting on my miracle...a wonderous line inside so much that is prosaic. There is feeling in it and it (longing for something to happen, appear, exist) is said in a new way - great line ~~A~~
So you're implying that the
So you're implying that the whole piece had no feeling?