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Signs
It’s a funny sight, looking at this world through a mist,
Time is running by me,
Everyone is flying around, yet here I sit,
Laughing in my face is the specter if all the chances I missed.
When failure becomes a product of society,
And if society is the product of the mind,
Then when we look deep inside what else can we expect to find?
None of us are blind, we just chose not to look,
When things get to scarey, its fine to just turn away, look down.
How can people ever expect to change everything around them,
When the thing that really needs to be changed is inside of them?
Too afraid to look forward, it hurts to much to look back,
And it seems the courage to look inside is what we all lack.
Passed chances running past me like street signs,
Im trying to slam on the brakes,
But all that happens is another part of me breaks.
Youll never know how sorry I am, its not that I wont tell you,
I apologized for that night, when all I could do was send you all the wrong signs.
Its come with a warning behind that pretty smile, a hint of danger behind these eyes.
For once to you, these wont be lies.
Im sorry for those times, you worked so hard,
Im sorry for the times you tried to open me up.
With the deft hands of a surgeon you met me at my finest,
Im sorry for those times, I cant apologize for my blindess.
When the world needs to change,
Im sorry it was me that couldn’t change for you.
When the signs were blurring past me, ghosts of a past that should have been me,
Im sorry you were sitting right beside me.
