There was a time when things were real.
And then I dreamed we’d be together.
Brighter moments had their promises of what we had.
Pulsing. Throbbing. Growing. Breathing on the face of this.
Where the hell have you been?
Oh, you’re pacing cyclically through your head.
You know you can slow down and eventually stop.
It takes but a step out of the loop and onto new paths.
I know how it feels to be trapped in one’s head.
To be pulled and tortured by a repeating thought.
You don’t have the answers and you never will.
Just breath deep and walk away and elsewhere you’ll go.
You feed on and feed with your own hate.
They don’t understand because it’s not all that real.
Don’t doubt your power. Be who you wish you were.
For Christ’s sake speak to your mother. She’s been there too.
Blame us all if you want but it’s just one point of view.
You’re the only one keeping yourself on this looping path.
Blame us all if you want but it’s just one point of view.
You’re the only one keeping yourself on this looping path.
Don’t be afraid to tell someone to hold your hand on this path.
They’ll make you ashamed of your self-constructed prison.
I know how it feels to be trapped in one’s head.
To be pulled and tortured by a repeating thought.
You don’t have the answers and you never will.
Just breath deep and walk away and elsewhere you’ll go.
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