Fleeting Seconds
In my fleeting seconds when I try not to care, I am left alone, empty, trying to get out of here
I can pretend it doesn’t bother me but I’ll only be a fool, because we both know that in my mind the troubles have their rule
Everywhere I go and look the thoughts creep in on me; the shadows dancing on the wall is what my mind suggests I see
I’m trying my best not to let these thoughts win and beat me down, but I’m tired and weakened now, as I’m growing from the ground
Try not to dwell; occupy your mind, are the words that I’ve been told but if this were a poker game I’d lay my hand down and fold
Because I feel so helpless, so obsolete whenever you’re not here, I guess I’ll just try to sleep until you are again near
