I do not want this..

I'm losing ground
You know how this world can beat you down
I'm made of clay
I fear I'm the only one who thinks this way

I'm always falling down the same hill
Bamboo puncturing this skin
And nothing comes bleeding out of me
Just like a waterfall I'm drowning in
Two feet below the surface
I can still make out your weary face
And if I could just reach you
Maybe I could leave this place

I do not want this
I do not want this
Don't you tell me how I feel
You don't know just how I feel

I stay inside my bed
I have lived so many lives all in my head
Don't tell me that you care
There really isn't anything, is there??

You would know, wouldn't you??
You extend your hand to those who suffer
To those who know what it really feels like
To those who've had a taste
Like that means something

And oh so sick I am
And maybe I don't have a choice
And maybe that is all I have
And maybe this is a cry for help

I do not want this
I do not want this
Don't you tell me how I feel
You don't know just how I feel
06 nov 2005 - bewerkt op 03 jan 2009 - meld ongepast verhaal
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