Waking up today wishing that
Maybe I could be someone else for a
Change, wouldn’t it be
So better if I could fly away?
I lost them that day,
To this cold cold world.
And maybe it’s my fault
For not being so careful when I wanted to leave it all.
I was so alone by myself
That I never once thought of them
Being there for me
And now I’ve paid the price.
My ambitions and my greed
Are like a doomsday machine,
One day it’ll all explode but
Until now I need to let this roll.
Maybe it’s wishful thinking that
I can find my way out
Of this world that wants to
Make me inside out.
Like a gatling gun
That never stops firing,
I’m cornered against it all as
I’m running to find my own place in this world.
This isn’t a world that loves heroes after all.
It’s only a den of vicious monsters
That wants us all to submit to these mundane rules
Of sacrificing one another.
I tried playing it
Like a game,
Creating the best strategy
Yet I still ended up losing so many friends along the way.
And maybe one day
I could wake up as somebody else but
Until then I guess I’ll have to contend with
Losing it all.
And maybe, just maybe,
I won’t poison the well
Where all the living water lies…
On the run, again and again.
There’s no stopping it once it’s begun.
Pointless struggles,
My greed only ends up biting me.
All I wanted to do was go home,
But here I am so lost…
Everything ends up as 404 - NOT FOUND.
If just for one day I could rest
Back home without hating myself.
I could see myself differently,
Maybe everything I did to impress others would actually impress myself.
And maybe I could finally
Find out where they’ve been for so long,
Hoping that we could let bygones be bygones
Because I’m so sick of all the drama.
I know it’s wishful thinking after I
Made this mistake! But there’s just gotta be
Something left for me to have!
There’s gotta be a reason
Why I’m stuck 6 feet underground,
Not knowing why I am who I am
While I’m getting attacked by the monsters who I could’ve sworn were under my bed.
And I’m lost trying find them
In this abandoned world.
Full of things and people
That I don’t care to know.
Maybe it’s wishful thinking to
Think I could truly atone.
There’s nothing left but to wish I could finally
Find my way home.
Everything was left here
Because no one loved it enough
To carry onto after the end.
This world is so distant and
I’m falling into the trap
Of comparison yet again
Only to have unrealistic hope.
I keep forgetting that I’m all
Alone in how I’m feeling.
No time to have wishful
Thinking as I’m trying to survive.
Perhaps this lost forgotten
Land echoes my name
So that I may find a grave
Fitting for all of my broken dreams.
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